I didn’t mean to stop posting. Life, ya know?

My holiday didn’t go as planned. I didn’t get all the cleaning and such done as I wanted. I did pretty good. My house didn’t get powerwashed. My carpets didn’t get shampooed.

The Saturday before Thanksgiving, my husband had a heart attack. He was gone all morning with his brother and our oldest son. He came back with extreme chest pain. His brother kept mentioning the hospital. He decided to go. I had him take aspirin first, just in case. We went to the ER, and they said they don’t see any signs of a heart attack and want to run other tests. That it could possibly be gallstones. They were talking about transferring him downtown to their main hospital cardiac unit. I texted my best friend and my aunt. They gave meds and took blood. They said press the nurse button if you experience further pain. He did, and they rushed in, saying he was actively having a heart attack. They kinda pushed me out, and 6 people ran in. They stripped him and shaved him. It was all quick and traumatic. I called my oldest son, and I couldn’t even speak because I was in the thick, heavy about to burst from tears and emotions. I was trying to hold it back to talk. I told him what was going on, and he said he would gather his uncle and brother and meet us there. I called my friend/mom/client and cried to her. Then I had to let the call go because the doctors called me back in the room. They said they no longer had time to transfer him downtown, so they were transferring us to the closest hospital with a cardiac unit. They didn’t have the equipment to see what damage had been done or the next steps. They were thinking he might need a stent. It took 35 long minutes for the ambulance. Once we arrived at the other hospital, we were in the ER waiting room for about 20 minutes, and then they transferred us to the cardiac waiting room. We were there for nearly an hour. I was wondering what was taking so long. I realized I hadn’t called his other brother in MI, so I did that. I was worried and panicking. I thought we would meet and discuss what’s going to be done and the damage. However, a nurse came in and told us that the procedure was done and he had 2 stents put in. It was so fast and so long at the same time.

He went back to see him. He seemed fine, but tired. The doctor came in after about 20 minutes.

This has started a change in my husband. Understandably so. When you’re that close with a person, it creates change in yourself too. He was scared. The doctor said the damage was minor and he would make a full recovery. The meds are for a year. Not to many diet restrictions as my husband isn’t heavily overweight like me. And he’s pretty active. Or was. His old job was faster paced.

When he got home, he didn’t even leave our room for 2 days. He quit taking vitamins. He quit caffeine. And he severely limited his diet. More so than he needed to, but he was scared. Again, understandably. He has been weak. And not himself. A week and a half ago, he was experiencing cheat pain, headaches, nausea, and body chills. We thought I was a change in diet mixed with side effects of the meds. He went to the pharmacy and they agreed. They told him he can take Zofran for nausea and Tylenol for the headaches. He went home and was asleep by 6 pm. He slept 12 hours. By the end of the next day, his pee was dark, and his fever was 103.9. So we went to the hospital.

After many tests, it was determined it was his cholesterol pill shutting his liver down. It was also probably a random virus that hit harder due to his weakened body. He was in the hospital all of last weekend. He had his cardiologist checkup yesterday, and all is well.

He seems a lot better. We have made a lot of diet changes. We still have lots of unhealthy food in the house to go through but have been replacing groceries with healthy stuff.

So my holidays haven’t gone as planned. I’m at work now and I’m going to get some cleaning done the rest of this weekend. Tuesday I will finish cleaning and baking as well as wrap presents. Then we have a few days off more or less. 

It just doesn’t feel like Christmas to me. It hasn’t gone the way I would have liked. We are really broke. Almost insanely so. We need to do something bug and different going into the new year if some sort of miracle doesn’t happen for us. Fingers crossed. Prayers sent. Begged guardian angels and spirit guides. Let’s see….