Well, That Was Fun

NOT!

Before dinner last night, I was next door watching True Blood (yes, we're terribly deep like that) with Jen and Oni. I was gonna make our hero haddock and brown rice—NOT The Amazing Bob's fav but, now that he's doing better, it's back to healthy food. Poor man.

And then he called. TAB was having chest pains. Bad ones.

Just 30 minutes before, he was doing great. Fabulous in fact. After the long ass chemo day, he was in better shape—more energy, less pain, had a mondo appetite and way more upbeat— than he'd been in months.

What happened? Dunno. Might have been that morning's post-chemo Neulasta shot. Jen had the very same reaction after her Neulasta injection back when she was doing the Chemo Tango.

In any case, we had a replay (with happy variations) of that heart attack-ack-ack night five years ago. This time I wasn't fogged with fear. Afraid, yes. Most def! Addled by it, no.

Jen called 911. The wonderful EMTS (a whole herd of them!) were here in blink of an eye. No, TAB was not having infarction action (YEA!) but we still needed to hit the ER all the same. As they loaded him in I cracked Hey, if you didn't want haddock tonight, you could've just said so! He laughed (He laughed—YEA!) and off we zoomed in the lovely ambulance.

Lemme just say this—I feel sorry for the ambulance dudes. I was NOT a sweet, placid passenger. Between telling them how to do there job (Is anyone back there with TAB. He needs someone to ride with him. Who's minding my Honey Pie!) and yelling at cars that didn't pull over, out of our path fast enough for my liking ('the fuck, you dimwitted asswipe, MOVE. This is a goddamned ambulance. We've got hot freight! Do you not see the lovely flashing red light?  How 'bout the dulcet strains of the siren? We can't ALL be deaf ya know. Goddammit MOVE, MOVE, MOVE!) I was a real treat.

Tragic asslessness

Another difference between now and five years ago, while TAB was swarmed by docs once we arrived, the pace was way more mellow-ish. That and, while the docs—all women, just like last time—were attractive, they weren't freakishly super model gorgeous. Perhaps the exotically magnificent dazzler team is deployed for critical cases only? So then, half a dozen medics worked on my man, tests were done and then the wait began. Jen and Oni had arrived and the three of us camped out around TAB.

He was doing MUCH better—no pain at all. TAB and Jen talked football (both were very glad it wasn't Super Bowl night. They do NOT want to miss it!) while I people watched, making acid commentary (that man has NO ass whatsoever. It's tragic. Perhaps he was born without one? Those pants don't do him any favors either). Oni? Zen Master Oni Flash? He tolerated all of us in his usual peaced out, calm fashion.

Eventually it was decided that TAB needed to stay overnight for more tests. After accusations (You just want a night off from me and our smelly cats!), Jen, Oni and I trundled home, stopping first at the packy for some strictly medicinal Jamo for me.

Now it's time to head back in and hopefully tote my man home. 'scuse me.