We had some unwanted excitement here yesterday. My husband's boss called me at 5 pm to let me know they were sending my husband to the ER by ambulance. Apparently he was grey, clammy, and sweating heavily when the senior partner came across him in the bathroom and thought he was having a heart attack. I didn't think it was his heart, because he had emailed me hours earlier complaining that his stomach hurt. I told him to bag work and come home, but he had work he wanted to finish at the office so it could be filed that day. I loaded three kids into the car and drove an hour to the hospital where they sent him, which is only a few minutes from where he works. One benefit, I guess, to working in the biggest city in the state.
Fortunately, it turned out to be food poisoning, which sucks but was so much better than a heart attack. We spent almost five hours in our little cubby, watching stretcher after stretcher being brought in. There was a serious car accident, which is partly why he was there for almost six hours. They pumped him full of anti-nausea medication, did a full blood screening, x-rayed his abdomen, and did an EKG. Yeah, that bill will be fun, considering we have a 4K deductible, but at least we know he will be fine. His biggest concern was that his car was still in the parking garage in Hartford. I say it can stay there for a day or two, until he can drive without passing out.
So that was our evening: one sick Dad, three kids, one chair, five hours in a tiny room, and two hours in the car. The kids hadn't been fed before we left, and by the time we had an idea what was going on, the only option at the hospital was something out of a vending machine.
I don't think he will ever eat egg salad again. Hope you all had a much better evening.