Ever heard the saying Hindsight is 20/20? At the end of my last post, I said I worry too much. Well...I don't worry too much; I worry for good reason. Probably about an hour after my post below, all h#$% broke out. My husband sat up and decided it was time to eat something and take his medicine. But before we could get that far, he said he didn't feel good...he felt a little sick and light headed. Next thing I know he fell over backwards and apparently fainted. I couldn't get him to wake up and he stopped breathing. He was rigid, he neck vessels were bulging, eyes were huge..pupils huge...I think he was trying to breathe.
I screamed and screamed at him to wake up...but got nothing.
That's when I called 911.
He started breathing, but it started as more of a gurgling sound. Then he finally came to and started breathing really fast...he had no idea what just happened. I made him stay still until help got here. 3 firemen and 2 paramedics showed up. They checked him out and said he was ok, a little pale and blood pressure was a little up, but otherwise ok. But just to be safe, they took him to the hospital.
While there they gave him an IV for fluids and morphine for the pain and just let him sleep. We got home about 4:30 today. Thankfully, his mom has come down to stay with us. I just couldn't bear the thought of being here alone again. She's going to stay with him tomorrow while I go to work just to be sure.
I think he's ok now. He eating Jello, drinking water, talking and feeling much better. I'm pretty sure we are on the way to complete recovery.
This was the scariest thing I have even been through. I'm pretty sure I'm going to have nightmares and maybe need some therapy. I told the paramedics that I thought they should treat me for a heart attack after they were done with my husband.