Amusement From Above

After a fun and enjoyable night out on Friday, it all took a horrible turn. Two years back, something happened to James. We’re not sure what it is exactly, but he ended up in the hospital. CAT scans, many unpleasant tests later, no one knew what was wrong.

Thankfully, it has not happened again (there were a few occasions where the pain was back but not very severe). Friday night, it was back with full force. It was so horrible that J couldn’t even move to get under the covers, in bed. He just laid on the bed and didn’t move for 4 hours. He tells me:

“I don’t want to fall asleep; because I’m afraid I might not wake up”

Holy crap. Way to really freak me out. I didn’t know what to do. Obviously, my first thought is, get him to a hospital. But my stubborn husband is telling me NO. He doesn’t want to go back, because the Dr’s didn’t know what was wrong with him, the first time. Plus, he can’t even move to get into the car.

I lie awake with him until about 3:30am. Afraid that if ‘I’ sleep, I will wake up to a dead husband. Finally, he is able to actually get into bed and the pain is subsiding some.

I turn into that annoying wife, asking questions, “Does it hurt here?” “Can you feel your legs?” “Are you light-headed?” I wake up almost every hour until about 8am, to make sure he is still alive.

I go to the gym at 8:30am on Sat. The entire time I am stressed with worry. I go home and he is still alive. Phew.

He was still refusing to go to the Dr. I argue with him. Swear at him (I know, you shouldn’t swear at someone in pain). He won’t budge.

Whatever. I play the ‘selfish’ card and say, if he won’t go for himself, he should go for me. Nope. Not happening.

Then yesterday, a friend gets THE CALL. The one nobody ever wants. The one we all fear.
“Your husband is not responding, we called 911 and he is going to the hospital”. She rushes off. As of right now, we cannot get ahold of her and have no idea how he is.

This really scares James. He calls me and asks me, what he should tell her if she calls back and says that her husband is dead. He doesn’t know what to do or say, to her. He thinks about me, if I got that call. How I would react, how I’d feel and what I’d do. I ask him if he will now go to the Dr. He doesn’t say no straight away.

I think I’ve a chance now.