My Heart!

This week has been a hard one. On Thursday, my husband came home early, 930 am and demanded that I take him the Urgent care clinic 40 miles away. I asked him why while I changed out of my sweatpants and grabbed a jacket. It was obvious that he was worried, bordering on panicked, and he usually unflappable. I will admit, I am not. I tend to pick up on all the silent signals about how someone is feeling and find myself feeling it myself, and I would say he was panicking. In fact, his symptoms were much like a panic attack except for almost passing out. Not a normal panic attack then. While driving in, I asked him why we were going to the clinic and not the ER, he didn’t feel that his symptoms were severe enough. I wasn’t there, so didn’t argue, The clinic was across the hall from ER and they could send him over if need be.

They did a series of blood pressure tests in different positions to see if position made a difference, it was not significant. They sent him to the ER for a cardiac workup. The first thing they do is bloodwork to check for heart enzymes levels, when you arrive and then two hours later. A rise in levels indicates a heart attack and damage to the heart muscle releases these enzymes into the blood stream. It rises hours after the attack with normal levels at 6-50 and Scott’s were 77, so a mild heart attack. He was admitted into ICU and scheduled for a heart catheter and possible stents the next morning. He had a 90% blockage and another 70% blockage 10 mm further downstream in the same artery in his heart, one stent to cover them both and another night in the hospital for observation. He apologized for messing up my list of things to do, as if that was more important. Oh, my heart, to hell with lists that shit can wait.

He is worried about the medical bills to come, both from the hospital and the doctors we need to see next. I told that any bill is from the hospital and doctors were preferable to a funeral home bill and I would take that as a win! Then I grounded him for a couple of days after he got out, No driving, No leaving the yard and Definitely no work computer. I have all of his friends on my side in this, he can not win! I fight dirty, lol. I would like to keep him around for many more years and will do any thing I have to, to see that happen.