Marion is tired and I am tired. Like a loyal friend she hasn't posted because I haven't posted. So no exercise today. Paul woke me up just after midnight this morning. He had pain in his shoulder, radiating up his neck and down his side, in his ribs. I moan and groan about waking up, but once I am awake I am up feeding him medicine (pepto in case it's acid reflux, asprin in case its a heart attack). Then we go into his office and look up heart attack symptoms. Most likely its a panic attack, though his last one was years ago, but just maybe it was a heart attack. Great! The symptoms for the two overlap greatly. I call Marion and ask her to bring a teenager up to our house, but she opts to camp in my guest bedroom, and I drive Paul to the ER. We go in sheepishly, maybe its a panic attack, maybe its a heart attack. About two hours later Paul gets diagnosed with pulmonary embolism. Not crazy big blood clots, but small blood clots on the outside of both lungs. So Paul gets admitted to the hospital. I go home and sleep from 4:30-6:30, then wake up and get ready for work. While it is rather callous to go into work when my husband is in the hospital, remember I have a major tax deadline next Thursday and I am responsible and under the gun. I drop off goodies, books and Paul's laptop to him before heading into work late. Marion takes care of me again this evening, picking up food at Bajio's and we all meet in Paul's shared hospital room for dinner (me, my three kids, Marion, David, and sick-boy). David and our home teacher gave Paul a blessing. Marion brought Paul carrot cake from Dalton's, and indulgent source of all things dessert. So they are observing Paul, perhaps they'll release Paul tomorrow, but most likely not. I am tired. Still have to get the kids to bed. Have hours of tax return work to do tomorrow. Calgon blah blah blah blah. | 