On Thursday night I was sitting all snug on the coach when my phone rang. My husband was being rushed to the hospital from work with horrible chest pain. So I gathered up child #2 so we could go pick up child #1 from football practice and headed to the ER.
When we arrived, things were calm but the boys were scared. They were trying to figure out what was causing the pain, since an EKG didn't show any signs of heart damage and thus, he probably did not have a heart attack (but were reminded that sometimes it doesn't show up right away on the tests.) So we waited for blood and xray results - all clear. By this time it was pushing 1am and we were all exhausted so the boys and I headed home. The Husband was staying the night.
The next morning came more tests and finally a diagnosis: pericarditis. "Pericarditis is swelling and irritation of the pericardium, the thin sac-like membrane surrounding your heart. Pericarditis often causes chest pain and sometimes other symptoms. The sharp chest pain associated with pericarditis occurs when the irritated layers of the pericardium rub against each other." The symptoms of pericarditis mimic heart attack symptoms, which is what makes this so scary. He was released from the hospital late Friday afternoon with orders to follow up with a cardiologist for some other tests and with his general practitioner to test for various autoimmune disorders.
Saturday was spent recovering from the Thursday/Friday fun.
Sunday we watched a debacle. One live in person, and the other (gleefully) on TV. Our football season ended yesterday with a terrible loss. There's no way to sugar coat a 49-6 loss. But what we didn't count on was how the Eagles would lose in such spectacular fashion too!
Should I mention we a Dallas Cowboy fans?
Troy Aikman was rockin' that scruffy beard! Is he single?