Tuesday morning was weird. Wilson had the raging burps. Heartburn. We ate breakfast and went about our usual routine. Got dressed. Ready to walk. Wilson put his walking shoes on. When I was ready to roll he told me he wasn't going to go.
This is when things started to go south. I almost went on the walk without him. But.
Something made me step from the kitchen back into the living room.
Are you alright? Take my pulse.
Will you go to the clinic if I call?
I'd rather go to the ER in case it's my gall bladder.
When the term ER was invoked everything changed. I went into stealth mode.
Get in the car. I'm going to the bathroom and grab my purse.
I scared him a little driving to the hospital. It was fast.
The entire time we were amazed at every step that this was something other than indigestion.
My mind (his, too) played the game of "it is going to be embarrassing when they send us home with Pepcid".
Before they came to take him back for the heart cath I told the nurse to bring me back the right one. I would know it was him by the Mardi Gras tattoo on his ankle. She slyly said "I noticed that. I was impressed."
Sister Laura rescued me from having to spend the wait by myself. I didn't know I needed her so much. But I did. She was a blessed distraction of what was going on. She was also my interpreter of medical information at a time when straight thinking was escaping me.
Daughter surprised me by arriving just as I was leaving the hospital parking lot the day of. Out of Town Son arrived to spend the night. Daughter stayed long as she could. Then we hugged for the first time in a year. I can't even describe it. A deep hunger was sated.
Alls well that ends well. Excellent care, 3 stents, and an all expense paid night in the ICU and he came home the next day.
Out of Town Son and I spent the morning in the hospital parking lot waiting for the jail break. Beach Boy arrive just as they paper work was being completed.
He got to stay with us that first night home.
Family. Nothing better. They took care of me.
Friends joined in to pray for us both.
Immeasurable appreciation for all those that love us.
Shalom.
