A week ago, I wasn't feeling well and had Yann take me to the hospital emergency. As we were driving there, Yann told me his heart was racing; I had a fingertip pulse oximeter with me, so I put it on his fingertip. His heart was doing the Indy 500 at 195 beats a minute. Here is a thing about me I become incredibly calm and focused when the going gets challenging or scary, or some urgent thing pops up, like the idea of my husband having a heart attack. Not my personality overall, as I am more bratty and unfiltered, but when out-of-the-blue situations arrive, needing emergency focus, something in me stands up. We managed to find parking near the hospital, and as Yann leaned on me, we entered the hospital. I helped Yann to a comfortable spot just as he passed out. Security asked if I needed assistance. My bratty self wanted to yell, "DUH!" Instead, I said, "Oui, merci." Quickly, the hospital staff wheeled Yann into the emergency room with him moaning, "I am here for my wife." Which sounded like a man asking for his wife versus my wife needs help. I stood by feeling better, or maybe the shock of seeing Yann pass out, knowing his heart rate was in orbit, brought me a reality that his needing help was more urgent than mine.
Several minutes later, the staff came out asking for me, putting me in the same room as Yann; we were twining with the same paraphernalia: An IV, oximeter, and ECG. Though it wasn't funny, it struck me as comical, both of us lying half-naked in a hospital room on a Friday night, looking like two old worn-out farts. Yann sent Erika a photo of himself all dolled up in his urgent care wear. She thought it was a joke and wondered how he was allowed to dress like that.
Later, we were both discharged. Yann was said to have had a panic attack, most likely due to stress and worry about me.
I have another appointment with a leading pulmonologist in Marseille on the 20th.
Thank you for your many messages. I am going to be okay. I have had CT scans and blood work they are good. I trust that soon I will be back to myself again. Thank you for caring about me and for your concern.
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