This story is taking far too long to tell; putting it all in words and finding the strength to actually write the entry has been a bit difficult.
Hubby came home and all is well; we'll be following up with our family doctor and neurologist from the hospital. He's finally accepted some hard truths - he has diabetes and he needs to be watching his diet. He's been fighting this diagnosis for some time now and well, after a couple doctor visits over the last month and this last trip he finally has accepted this medical fact. Amen, like anything else once you admit you have a problem you can then work on solving it.
Unfortunately, this wasn't the end of the week's extenuating circumstances. Thursday morning at approximately 4 am I awoke not feeling well; a strange feeling in the chest along with some pain in the left shoulder. Once up, the chest got tight and I began to sweat... since my daughter was in the living room I woke her to call 911 and to wake her father. It was less than 36 hours since leaving the emergency room, and we we're on our way back! I have to say as scary as the episode was, it amazes me how the whole process worked. Clearly time was of the essence, thank goodness the hospital has a innovative Cardiac Care Center and a 90-minute "Portal to Cath" policy. A few days in the hospital under some pretty good care and I was back home by Sunday afternoon. Not quite good as new, but all things considered on the road to recovery!
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