This is not the kind of phone call I enjoy getting.
Two hours later, he called to say that they were going to keep in the hospital overnight. The doctor took his blood pressure--very high--and a pulse--racing like crazy. (Although Mike says he had no symptoms, no idea that his heart was beating nearly out of his chest.)
Four hours after that, he called once again to let me know he was finally in a room. Six hours sitting in the emergency room staring at the walls, no food, nothing to drink--I'm sure that helped the blood pressure situation. Plenty of nurses, though, all looking for veins to hook up IV's and whatnot. Let's hope that cures him if his sexy nurse fantasies. The plan is to use medication to adjust the heart rate and that will take some tinkering through the night and maybe through another day.
"Don't worry. It's nothing to worry about," he says. He finally returned home on Friday at 7 at night.
Late middle age, he was coming to understand, was a time of life when everything was predictable and yet somehow you failed to see any of it coming. Jack Griffin from That Old Cape Magic by Richard Russo
P.S. He is doing well, but taking lots more medication,though. Atrial fibrillation. Salt is leaving our table--for the sake of hearts and a kidney.