Last night I took Husband to the Emergency Room.
He scared me. Husband is the type of man that works through his illness and pains. Doesn’t complain to anyone but me about what hurts. And the complaint is more of a just to let you know. Yesterday was awful. I figured it was the flu or something close, I called the doc, but they couldn’t see him until Monday. Husband was in pain, so much so that at one point he told me that he would die before Monday. He surprised me and asked to be taken to the ER.
We headed to the new one they built about 15 minutes from us. In the car, Husband’s fingers went numb, as did his lips. He was freezing while I was sweating from the full blast on heater. He was having trouble breathing. At the ER they gave him a quick shot of saline when they drew blood and he felt a bit better. We talked with the doc while the security guard paced outside our door. We look like criminals don’t you know.
Husband got an EEG and a chest and abdominal x-ray. Turns out he only had a viral infection, and was slightly dehydrated. He was in a cycle of pain so to speak and it caused his first ever anxiety attack. His heart looks good and what surprised me and relieved me was there is absolutely nothing wrong with his lungs. After all these years of smoking one would think there would be some kind of blemish on them. Husband is perfectly healthy except for the viral infection.
Once they got the vomiting to stop, he was able to relax and the pain decreased. He was finally able to drink some broth once we got home and sleep.
We have no insurance, I paid cash for the visit, getting a 45% discount for doing so. just an FYI.