Yes, he certainly did, but not a nice one. He was gone. He left a note which said. My heart is beating too fast, I drove to the hospital.
He had an A-fib episode. This is the second one in a couple of years. A-fib is short for Atrial fibrillation, which is an abnormal heart rhythm. And this is the second time he has sneaked off to the hospital, alone. The first was a gallbladder attack. I hate when he does this because I want to hear what the doctor tells him. You really need two people talking to the doctor to remember and ask questions, never mind support.
While I was trying to decide what to do, he texted me saying that he was OK, but they wanted him to stay in the hospital for four hours.
That was a relief.
Did I mention the weather? There was a little snow storm outside. It wasn't bad, maybe three inches, but I shoveled it all. And when I was just about done shoveling, hubby drove in the driveway.
So Christmas ended good, after all.
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