Man oh man,
Your kids, your spirit and your heart are always serious. Hang in there and give it some time to work out.
Just before Christmas 2005 my back started hurting and I had 3 bad episodes with it over then next few months. March 1st, 2006 I went to the
emergency room with it.
I thought "Here we go again this hurts like hell and I have to fill out a bunch of papers". Instead the girl asked only for my name and SSN.
Then she took me in to check my blood pressure. When they could not get a good reading I was escorted to a small room for a nurse to check me out. In 5 minutes there were 3 nurses and a doctor and still no good BP reading. Then it started getting crowded and they took a drug ODed girl out of of the big emergency room and moved me in there. By the time my wife got there there were 8 nurses and 3 doctors in my room and I was turning gray. They had finally got my BP and it was terrible. They gave me nitroglycerin, morphine and I have no idea what else. They said they needed to get me into the OR and I signed a release though in a morphine stupor as they pulled my clothes off. However I did realize it was serious when they hung a defibrillator on the end of the gurney and started down the hall to the OR.
The worst part was in my room after it was all over with. My wife opened the paper sack they had put my clothes in and pulled out a pink bra, I would guess about a 34B. I didn't have a clue to that one and I pleaded the 5th. It later turned out that they got the drug ODed girl's clothes bag and mine and put both of them in my ICU room.