Today I was in the ER...had to be wheeled in because I couldn't stand up straight. I'm hooked up to wires and tubes. Getting oxygen. I've already had an abnormal EKG, and 2 doses of nitro at this point. H has been supportive and helpful, concerned even. I had listed my health history yesterday and used it to apply for aid and part-time disability from home.
The doc asked something I needed the papers to reference for an answer. I handed them to H after. He's reading through it, and it suddenly hits him my "imaginary" health problems are very well documented. He asked what the info was for, and I told him.
Picture this: He begins to lecture me that I can work a full-time job, I just have to set my mind to it. I'm lying there, in pain, just looking at him like he's lost his mind, when suddenly monitors start going off like crazy. Staff rush in, demanding to know what just happened. I'm crying, because it HURTS! H is reminded I need to be kept calm.
I'd asked my daughter to come to the hospital and take over getting me to the cardiologist for H, so he can get back to work. He took off as soon as she got there not long after. When we got back home today, much later in the afternoon, H was in rare form. He was so ugly to me D took him to task and he left. I think he got one heck of a reality check today. He really is a douche bag, and there's no way the kids are going to overlook this.
Ha! I was sweet, kind, and thankful for his help. He was nice, too, up until reality smacked him hard in the face. I think Karma may be doing her work without any help from me.
I'm resting, medicated, and semi-comfi. Have to let the monitor tell doc our next move. Stress or no, my heart sustained more damage. I'm sad about that.
Birthday #49 tomorrow. Yeah, me. So very grateful I can vent to you guys!!!
