Greetings from nienna
A place for me to muse, rant and mutter to herself.
Remember that these are my thoughts and may not always jive with your own. Note: This blog contains Adult Material and is not suited for those under 18 years of age.
nienna
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Its the call everyone knows one day may come. Yet pray it never does. i got such a call today while i was at work. It was C calling to tell me Ice had just been rushed to the hospital via ambulance with a possible heart attack.
Fear raced through me like an icey knife into my heart. i didnt even explain to my boss, just said, "i have to go now!". He understood and i ran. It seemed to take forever to get to the hospital. Imagine my surpirse to find Him trying to leave! Ok ok, i understand He hates hospitals, but for the love of God it was a heart attack. i tried in vain for 20 minutes to convince Him to go back in and get the tests done that they wanted to perform. i hate needles too but if i have to have blood taken i suck it up. C showed up and thank God for her. She was able to force Him back when my tears and sobs did nothing. She has known Him longer and knows how to handle Him with hospitals.
Finally He went back in, then the waiting started. God it was an eternity. He got frustrated and kept threatening to leave, until we told Him the kids were terrified and wanted to know Daddy was ok. So He stayed. When He was finally called in i had to wait before i could go see Him. i stayed with Him through the dreaded blood tests and x-rays.
Thankfully it wasnt a heart attack, He has the early beginnings of pneumonia. Now C and i still think He had a small "warning" heart attack, because: 1. He had massive chest pains and shortness of breath. 2. His arm tingled and went numb. So if the meds dont take care of the chest pains in a few days, we're taking Him back to a clinic and having more tests run on His heart.
So after having the fear of God put into Him, He's agreed to start living a little better lifestyle. Cut back on the smoking and beer, going for more walks with me for excersize. He's not allowed to die before the wedding.
Now that we're home and He's tucked into bed with dinner and Gatorade, i'm exhausted. Emotionally and physically. my eyes hurt from crying, cause when i first saw Him i just fell into His arms in tears. All i want is to crawl into bed beside Him and feel His arms around me with my head on His chest so i can hear His heart beating. i will give updates as they come.
