I was working on the laundry and the classes. G was out clearing last night's snow with the snowblower.
He came in, pale, shaking with chest pain.
We talked about what it could be. The chest pain increased. I gave him baby aspirins.
I drove him to the local hospital emergency room (but I had actually tried to talk him out of going). While I was parking the car about 20 people descended on him and started hooking him up to things, reading the machines, and calling for more doctors. It was serious.
My husband had a heart attack, right there in front of me.
He got a very fast lights and sirens ride in an ambulance to a cardiac unit at a larger hospital.
He had a completely blocked vein which now has a stent.
He may need bypass surgery on an artery, we'll know tomorrow.
He apologized to me for being in the hospital and having a heart attack. (tears)
My daughter was a real trooper. She drove from work and was there in the big hospital when he got into his room. (she stayed calm and strong) (very proud of her)
I had to find someone to drive me to the big hospital (fantastic neighbors and co-workers). I was shaking like a leaf after driving home from the emergency room. I could have gone in the ambulance but I had to go home to Riley. Make sure he was okay. He knew something was wrong before we left for the ER. He kept putting his head on G's chest.
Tomorrow I'll take G a library book and his hearing aids. As the nurse very strongly told me " he isn't going home tomorrow--he had a heart attack today".
I know. I saw it happen. On the monitors.