Tuesday, April 6, 2010

Moogie's Scary Day

This is my sweetheart of 30-some odd years, and my best friend.

Yesterday morning he got all cute and tried to die on me -- he thought having blood pressure and being able to communicate in comprehensible words had become somehow unnecessary.

I got sugar and fluid in him, and got him on his back, but I couldn't get his pressure up high enough, so I informed him that we were going to the ER.

They admitted him and ran a bunch of tests that showed what a wonderful, strong heart and clear carotids he has. By late afternoon, he was still weak, but otherwise pretty much back to his old self, and having a little nicotine withdrawal.

I was pretty much not his favorite person by evening, seeing as how it was all my fault that he was stuck in that hospital bed.

This morning I got a text asking if I'd bring his Kodiak to him before he killed someone.

I think he's feeling better.

I hope to have him home tonight. Bouie is not happy that his dad's not here. And our bed was not nearly full enough last night.

It was a scary, scary day. I don't want to do that again for a long, long time. If ever.

3 comments:

  1. I hope you don't, either. Glad everything smoothed out.

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  2. Oh MY. I'm thinkin' "scary" ain't quite the word. I'm glad the crisis has passed and all is well, nicotine withdrawal aside.

    And don't you two look elegant!

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  3. Yoish! Yeah, "scary" is an understatement. Glad things are OK.

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