On Sunday morning, hubby wasn't feeling good at all. He had the flu, but also complained of feeling dizzy. I thought I'd take him into Urgent Care after I taught my Sunday School class, but when I told him he could drive over and pick me up, he said, "I don't think I can drive."
Since it's only 5 minutes from our house to church, I knew things were far more serious than I thought. My daughter came over and we took him down to the ER. When he got out of the car, a nurse who'd stepped outside and saw him, put him in a wheelchair and took him right inside.
They immediately put him in a cubicle and started monitoring him were shocked that his heart was only beating 30 to 40 times a minute. It wasn't long before a doc looked him over and said he was going to be admitted. The admitting doc arrived and it wasn't long before he was moved to a room in the hospital.
Somewhere along the line, we learned that a cardiologist was called in on his case. He stopped in to see hubby, and surgery was scheduled for Monday a.m. In the meantime we let family know many arrived to see him. Our youngest daughter and hubby and grandson traveled 3 1/2 hours to see him and spent most of the late afternoon with him.
Other grands and great-grands came and went. At times we had 9 people in the room, including little kids. Times have certainly changed.
Many, many prayers were said for him in person and on Facebook.
Surgery happened around noon on Monday-- and all went well.
They kept him over night and we brought him home on Tuesday. He was a bit worn out, but began to realize that his knees that have been horribly painful were feeling better. What a wonderful plus.
And by the way, he got wonderful care in the hospital, Sierra View in Porterville.
Every day he seems a bit better. I am so thankful.