Well, our weekend wasn't quite the hunting adventure we had planned. Oh sure, people got to hunt and get their limits on geese (12 down, 5,684,821 more to go). We, however, got to see the inside of the hospital. After we got in Friday night, Hubster got baby and me settled in to the room and then went back for our luggage. It took him quite a while and when he got back to the room, he looked at me and said, "My chest hurts really bad." And he was so pale. I asked him directly, "Is it indigestion or are you having a heart attack?" Not exactly the question you want to be asking your husband - ever. He does have issues with acid reflux, but he's never had anything like the chest pain. Of course, we didn't have any antacids and neither did anyone in the hotel. A hotel person fixed him some baking soda and water, but when it didn't kick right in, I went to the front desk and asked for paramedics. In just a few minutes, the red and blue lights were flashing in front of the hotel and they were whisking my love away.
I was just thinking on the drive up there that we were too tired to be making this trip. The baby had a rough day with the bloodwork for his allergy tests. Neither of us had had a decent night's rest in almost a month. Yet, he we were hell-bent to make it out to west Texas for a goose hunt. I asked the Lord how much more we could take before we collapsed from utter exhaustion. Then, as I stood in that hotel lobby watching the ambulance drive away while I held our one-year old son in my arms, I knew my answer...though we are tired, there is much more that we can bear. And it's also time for us to re-prioritize our lives and get in to a healthier routine, both physically and spiritually.
Hubby's brother was also in town for the hunt, so he made it up to the hospital before I did. That might be because not only did I have to prep some bottles for the baby, but I went the wrong way on the loop, and missed my exit...twice. He held Kelton while I went back to check on Hubby. They had run an EKG, drawn blood for blood work, and did a chest x-ray. Everything was pointing to really bad indigestion. Plus, by the time I saw him, the pain was gone along with a lot of gas out of his system. He's never never ever going to have Taco Bell again...e-v-e-r. I wanted to get K-man out of the hospital and away from all of those germs, so I took him back to the hotel and got him to bed (after taking the wrong road and going the opposite direction from the hotel for a few miles). Hubby got back around 3 that morning. I'm so glad it was only indigestion and that I still have my husband. And if this ever happens again, we'll do the same thing and call paramedics. Even if the pain had subsided before the medics got there, I'd still be wondering if something bad had happened and we didn't know it. Now we have some peace of mind...and a new exercise routine.
2 comments:
Don't ever listen to a man if he says it is just indigestion. Get him to the hospital first thing and let them figure out what's wrong. I damn near died because my heart tried to beat wrong and a good friend died (He was a paramedic) sitting on the stool at a rest area on the Interstate. He was surrounded by the wrapper off a Tums package. Men are just stupid. I call it Taco Hell after I ate there and got poisoned. You can't even imagine what kind of pressure bad beans can cause. MUD
I have to agree with getting paramedics. Too many things can be brushed under the rug with men and you have to be safe, rather than sorry! Glad your husband is ok!
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