It's Always Something (Updated)

Good morning! I'm up bright and early this morning and ready to go.  Where? To the hospital.  After all of last week's "fun and excitement" with our daughter and my stepdad being in the hospital, I had hoped not to see the place for a good while.  Life had other ideas.

Tim wasn't feeling well when he got home Saturday.  I guess he really didn't feel well through the night into Sunday and was up quite a bit.  I slept through it. He still wasn't feeling well yesterday morning and I wanted him to go to MedExpress.  He put it off until afternoon.

At MedExpress he described what he was feeling, a burning pain from his groin to his chest.  The doctor there ordered an EKG.  She said it was abnormal, not bad, but not the way it should be, either.  She sent us to the ER.  The EKG and all the other tests run there came back normal.  They really don't know what's causing the pain so the doctor wants him to have a stress test and gave him two options.

Option one, spend the night at the hospital and get the test done today.

Option two, come home and call our family doctor and have him schedule it...which could take a few weeks.

My dear husband, of course, chose option two.  He couldn't possibly miss work today.  There's too much going on that's important.  The problem with that is that he's a workaholic.  There is NEVER a good time to do anything if it means missing work.  The company he works for has actually FORCED him to take vacation at times.

The doctor and I ganged up on him to make him "choose" option one. As the doctor said, there may be nothing wrong, but we just don't know and his symptoms are kind of vague and strange.  If nothing's wrong it'll be done and he can go on his merry way.  If there is something they can take care of it now. If he chose to do it later and then went off to work...something could happen. He still didn't want to stay.

Long story short, I got right up in his face and set him straight.  He spent the night and will be getting the test today.  Still, he was like a junkie going into withdrawal.  I thought I was going to have to tie him down to keep him there.

So that's my exciting weekend and why I'm up early.

Oh, and our daughter is home.  She signed herself out of the hospital.  I don't think the place was equipped to deal with someone like her.  It seemed to be more for criminals, addicts, abused women, the homeless.  The social worker actually told her during her exit interview that "You're not in trouble with the law, not on drugs, not being abused, not homeless.  You're an upstanding, law-abiding citizen....I don't know how I'm supposed to help you."  She said the place was awful, filled with uncaring staff that pumped everyone full of drugs and either blew off the classes and group sessions or did them half-heartedly. They did set her up with a therapist for August, but I'm hoping she will talk to her doctor this week and see if he can't get her in with someone a little sooner.

It's always something, isn't it?  I don't know how those who don't believe in God can handle life.  It's hard enough when you do.

UPDATE:

The stress test went fine and he was discharged.  He's on his way to work.  So, whatever is/was wrong it's not his heart.