This time it wasn't me.
Nope - we didn't even make it a week into 2011. And I thought this year had promise.
Pooldad is fine, but he nearly collapsed from pain this evening while I was making dinner. I have never, ever seen my husband in this kind of pain. I have a good "sick" husband. If something is bothering him or he doesn't feel good he just goes to bed and doesn't get up until it passes. He doesn't whine or act needy. This time it didn't work. He had gone to lay down this evening but by 9 pm it wasn't working and he came downstairs in a state of pain I have never seen before. I told him I would drive him to the hospital. In fact, I insisted, the kids insisted, but he asked for the ambulance instead.
Okayyyy. Now we were all scared.
The EMTs took him to the hospital at 9 pm and I was to follow in the van. No such luck as he had inadvertently taken the keys. So 9 [NINE] phone calls later I finally found a cab company and arrived around 10:30. [Yes, even
Tadpoles you thought I was fun on dilaudid - well...my husband is a lot more fun than I ever was. Honestly, I was just so happy and relieved to see that he was not in pain anymore.
The ER took really good care of him and diagnosed kidney stones [&%$@#$ ouch!] and he was discharged at 2 am. He is home, safe and sound - asleep and hopefully pain free for the time being until something passes.
I am only writing this because I honestly don't know what else to do. I am so scared about losing him. He is my whole world. I can't sleep for worrying about him. I know he is going to be fine, but....
On a lighter note he did say, as we were leaving the hospital, "Well, at least now you have something to blog about Skip."
I don't need this kind of blog fodder Dude. I think everyone can live with tuna casserole recipes and pictures of the kids.
Don't scare me again. I need you.