I’ve said on the blog a few times now that life has been a bit more frantic than usual, and I’m having trouble finding the time to write like I did before. This week, my husband had a heart attack, and I followed the EMS to the hospital. He had a 90% blockage of his front, central artery. His other two arteries were blocked, too. He’s LUCKY he’s still with us. I’m lucky he’s still with me.
He spent four days in the hospital, and they put stints in his central and right arteries. But he was getting too tired and too weak, so they’re going to wait a few weeks to put stints in his left artery. I brought him home on Tuesday. He slept most of the day and night, and then he slept huge amounts on Wednesday. Each time he wakes up, he’s a little better, a little stronger. It’s going to take a while. I’ve had a kazillion phone calls, but things are levelling out. I got to work on plot points most of the afternoon today. HH, of course, is my top priority.
He goes to the cardiologist’s clinic to have the next stints put in on Aug. 18. And then, who knows? Maybe he’ll have the drive and energy he used to have. Then I’m in trouble. He was always into something. I’m just glad he’s still with me. And then we’ll argue about me trying to make him take his pills, to exercise, to not eat that bowl of ice cream that’s calling to him. But that’s what makes life interesting:)
BUT, if I miss a day on twitter or forget to write a blog, that’s why. I kind of life the Old Poop, and I want him to stick around. And it takes energy to keep an eye on him because he hates to follow rules:) But he married a school teacher. He has no idea how strict I can be if I have to. He’d better shape up!
Hope you have a wonderful August!