I have a four-day weekend starting today. Feeling great and knowing I was going to spend the entire weekend fooling with the horses. The excitement almost felt overwhelming. Then, it happened, again. My husband has another heart attack. And, if that wasn’t enough! He failed to warn me and almost waited to long to call a paramedic. I was so crazy mad he tried to hide his symptoms! He was feeling guilty for having to ruin my weekend. Is he nuts? He is my rock! Nothing means nothing without him! I was beside myself.
He finally woke me up after calling an ambulance at 4:30 in the morning. They rushed him to the hospital and because of his situation, rushed him to surgery. Talk about scary! I was frantic. This was the first time they had ever acted so quick. Needless to say. The Doctor told me, your husband is very lucky this time. He may not be that lucky next time if he doesn’t listen to his symptoms. My husband won’t get away with it next time. I’ll call an ambulance and lock him out of the house until they get here. Some people just have to be treated like infants! lol
He’s still in the hospital this morning. He’ll be released soon. I’m waiting on the call to pick him up. Having animals to take care of and no one to rely on in this situation makes it difficult to be in both places at once. I’m ready to roll as soon as he calls. He’s chomping at the bit to come home. It won’t take him long after he arrives home to get industrious outside. There’s still hope the weekend won’t be lost to a near tragedy. Happy horsing around, folks!