Here's a picture of the newly renovated Huntington Hospital. We had made it our business not to go there for any reason for a very long time. The other night Roger got strange fluttering heartbeats and racing pulse so I took him to the ER. Unfortunately we picked a night when they were so over-loaded with patients that we wound up at the front desk. Roger on a gurney and me waiting. They did put him right into the action since cardiac patients are triaged first. Got him hooked up to various machines and turned out he had A-fib. That's where his arterial chambers were not firing in sync with the others. We got there around 8 Sunday night and I finally saw him stabilized and left for home at about 4 am. It was a long evening and the hospital was so full that he wound up in the ER room where I picked him up in the a.m. after a visit from his cardiologist. He was most happy to see me. Among the other visitors to the ER while we were there was a screaming 17-year-old crack addict who called the nurses really vulgar names and had to be restrained by several of Suffolk Counties finest. It was quite the night.
Good news is that we were out of there by 11 the next morning and now Roger has to go for a nuclear stress test tomorrow morning. Other than that he feels good and it was not a heart attack-best news ever. Apparently this has more to do with a racing pulse and he is now being medicated for that.
It's so very interesting how we take each other for granted sometimes-until something like this happens. He's a wonderful husband and father but also the best friend I've ever had. I never knew the meaning of true friendship until I married Roger. He is devoted and loving and always on my side. That's a gift greater than words can express. I am thankful for him every moment of every day and ashamed that sometimes I forget to appreciate how very much he means to me.
Anyway, all is well and that's what I've been up to. Hope you have had a few peaceful days with no medical interruptions. I'll be back soon to chat.