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I love my husband, truly, I do. I may kill him, however. Or divorce. I suppose divorce is an option and less likely to lead to jail time.
Thursday night, about 6-ish, I was getting a severe burning sensation in my chest. "Hm..." thinks I, "heartburn." We'd had homemade nachos that night and I overate (for me, I mean. Less than a small plateful and I didn't finish it, but for me, it was a lot.)
Pain goes away. Pain comes back. Goes. Comes back. "Screw it," I think. "I'll go to bed." About an hour later, it wakes me up. Okay, I've ridden in this rodeo before--about 10 or 12 years ago. I get dressed, head into the living room and tell Havering-Spouse, "I think I need to go to the ER." We go. Yup. Heart.
After being in the ER from 11pm until about 4am, they stick me in a room. At 11am, doc comes in and it's catheterization time! In 30 minutes! Yay! So we do that thing. I wind up spending another night and get to come home yesterday afternoon. All's well. H-S took me to the ER, brought me home, so wherefore the angst?
He told my brother-in-law. HE TOLD MY BROTHER-IN-LAW!!! Fuuuuu....Now his wife, my sister-in-law, knows. And her sister and that sister's husband. And my mother-in-law. And step-father-in-law, father-in-law and step-mother-in-law. The jungle drums have spread the word far and wide by now.
I looked at H-S and said, "You know, they're all (ALL!) going to call or show up on the doorstep, yes?"
"Yes," sheepishly, "but only because they care."
"You, sir, will be in charge of the phone. *You*, sir, will deal with explaining what happened to each and every member of your family." (Because someone may have missed something and EVERY detail MUST be known!!!) *You* will inform them that all I want is rest. I do not want visits, plants, food, any-bloody-thing-whatsoever EXCEPT to be left alone."
I'm still thinking divorce since I can't drive the stick in his truck to pick up a wood-chipper (and I can't lift anything over 10 pounds). When will I get it through that thick melon of his that my health is not his family's business? Anybody else have an over-sharing spouse?
Thursday night, about 6-ish, I was getting a severe burning sensation in my chest. "Hm..." thinks I, "heartburn." We'd had homemade nachos that night and I overate (for me, I mean. Less than a small plateful and I didn't finish it, but for me, it was a lot.)
Pain goes away. Pain comes back. Goes. Comes back. "Screw it," I think. "I'll go to bed." About an hour later, it wakes me up. Okay, I've ridden in this rodeo before--about 10 or 12 years ago. I get dressed, head into the living room and tell Havering-Spouse, "I think I need to go to the ER." We go. Yup. Heart.
After being in the ER from 11pm until about 4am, they stick me in a room. At 11am, doc comes in and it's catheterization time! In 30 minutes! Yay! So we do that thing. I wind up spending another night and get to come home yesterday afternoon. All's well. H-S took me to the ER, brought me home, so wherefore the angst?
He told my brother-in-law. HE TOLD MY BROTHER-IN-LAW!!! Fuuuuu....Now his wife, my sister-in-law, knows. And her sister and that sister's husband. And my mother-in-law. And step-father-in-law, father-in-law and step-mother-in-law. The jungle drums have spread the word far and wide by now.
I looked at H-S and said, "You know, they're all (ALL!) going to call or show up on the doorstep, yes?"
"Yes," sheepishly, "but only because they care."
"You, sir, will be in charge of the phone. *You*, sir, will deal with explaining what happened to each and every member of your family." (Because someone may have missed something and EVERY detail MUST be known!!!) *You* will inform them that all I want is rest. I do not want visits, plants, food, any-bloody-thing-whatsoever EXCEPT to be left alone."
I'm still thinking divorce since I can't drive the stick in his truck to pick up a wood-chipper (and I can't lift anything over 10 pounds). When will I get it through that thick melon of his that my health is not his family's business? Anybody else have an over-sharing spouse?
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