Wednesday was supposed to be a routine surgery for hubby, the idea to fix a hernia. In-and-out, an hour of surgery, some prep time and some recovery time, badda-bing.
That was the plan.
What really happened was this.
Hubby was feeling fine other than a slight caffeine headache. They started the surgery prep, and did a pre-op EKG. Within five minutes a cardiologist was in the room telling us hubby was having an active heart attack. Zero signs: no chest pain, no trouble breathing, no dizziness, no nothing. What’s more, he hasn’t had any of those signs. He had a clean EKG done five years ago because of his family history of heart disease, and we have actually been extremely aware, precisely because of that family history.
Even the doctors thought initially it was just a blip on the machine, but other tests confirmed it, and said it was a Major Coronary. I worked yesterday but took off today because I’m in pain from sitting for hours and hours while we were dealing with a never-ending battery of tests. They’re doing an angiogram this afternoon and the hope is that they find the blockage, it’s minor, and they can deal with it then and there. If not, we’re almost certainly looking at open-heart surgery, which opens a whole laundry lists of worry.
I’m getting everything done at home that I can do this morning, so I can go to the hospital this afternoon. I’m trying to go easy on my pain meds because that crap isn’t good for you. Of course neither is unrelenting pain, exacerbated by a few days worth of oh shit.
You just never know, do you?