Friday the 13th

As usual I went to bed about 2:00 am. I didn’t get to go to sleep, though.

Dave got up and wandered around a bit making me wonder what he was doing.

Finally, he said, “I think I’m having a heart attack.”

You may not know that Dave is a hypochondriac so I take statements like that with a grain of salt.

I had him lie down where I could feel his heart beat.

And it was going like gangbusters!

So I tugged on the pull cord and security checked in then called for help.

We live in a senior complex so when someone calls 911 they all come.

First to arrive was a policeman.

He stepped back when two firemen arrived.

They all three left when an EMT and a paramedic arrived.

Then we got to ride in an ambulance to the hospital’s emergency room.

No, he didn’t have a heart attack.

He DID have AFib.

We were there about six hours, partly because a critical case came in that got priority as was appropriate.

Dave was finally cleared to go home.

How?

We both came in the ambulance so no car. Since, I no longer drive and Dave wasn’t going to be driving anyway it didn’t really matter.

And it was finally late enough that friends and family were likely awake.

We would normally call Dave’s sister for something like this but they live an hour and a half from the hospital if they are even in town. They travel a lot and it’s Spring Break season.

Dave’s first idea was to call Randy but he remembered Randy was taking his car in for service this morning.

So he called one of the other Daves in the group who said they would come get us. Were we in a hurry because they were on their way out the door to go have breakfast in a restaurant? No, we were fine waiting. An hour and a half. 🙂

BTW, Dave is doing well except for the lack of sleep. He skipped tonight’s group gathering but plans to have a regular day tomorrow.

And he now has an appointment to see a cardiologist for a follow up.

I don’t have to go with him for that, though.

Well, I guess I didn’t have to go with him to the ER either but how could I not?

And he just went to bed. About 2 hours earlier than usual. Which seems reasonable to me since he didn’t even take a nap like I did.

But he did get some sleep before his heart woke him up. I didn’t. I expect to go to bed a couple hours earlier than I usually do as well in spite of having had two naps.

After all, I have a whole night’s sleep to catch up on.

TTYL,

Linda