You Wouldn’t Believe What My Husband Did In The ER
By Melissa Bianchino, Out Run Your Fork Personal Training and Nutritionists in Westfield, NJ It was still dark out as I lay in my bed slipping between sleep and wake. The warm blankets comforted me and I smiled (or did I?). It was 4:15 am. I only knew the time because that’s when my husband always left for work in the morning. I didn’t even know what day it was. But, that all faded when I half heard the front door closing quietly as I drifted away again… Later that morning I felt my phone vibrate while standing at the stove making breakfast for the kids. I tapped an egg on the countertop and, with a snap, it split open. The beautiful clear liquid and bright yellow sunshine slid into the frying pan making a gurgling sounds as it began to cook. Sliding my phone from my pocket I saw it was a text from my husband. “Hey, my arm really hurts and I can’t move it. I’m going to get an appointment with the dr.” He wrote. It was almost 10:30 am “What? What do you mean?” is the response I sent. “I’ll call you when I’m done,” he responded. I tried calling him, but he didn’t answer. So … I had to wait. I wasn’t all that worried because he didn’t seem particularly worried. So, my day went on. I tested him a couple of times if he was on his way to the doctor, but he didn’t answer. He never answered his phone when he was working… unless it was a 911 emergency. I was used to this. He called me just after 1:30 pm. “Hey,” came his voice. “What’s going on with your arm?” I asked. “I don’t know,” he said. I could hear pain in his voice, “it’s friggin killing me and I can’t move it. he doctor went home so I’m going to the ER.” “Do you want me to come with you?” I asked, knowing full well that he would refuse. “No, I’m good. Let me just see what’s going on,” came the response. “Ok, be careful. Call me as soon as you know something and let me know how you’re doing,” I said. “K, love you.” “Love you.” We talked a couple of times as he lay in a gurney in the middle of the ER hallway. He was making friends with the other patients and was cracking jokes when I called him the second time. “Hold on, hold on,” he said when he answered the phone. He continued with his story to his partner in hallway purgatory, “so then the bartender looked up and said ‘You two really know how to tie one on!'” Laughter roared through the phone. He was telling jokes! It was just like him. I rolled my eyes. “So, any news?” I broke in when the laughter dies down. “No, it’s going to be a while. Not sure how long. But I’m good. I’m making friends.” he said. “Ok, call me when you hear something. Love you.” He responded likewise and we ended the call. It was just shortly after 8 pm when I heard the phone ring again. It was Tony. “Hey,” I answered the phone. “You’re not going to f*&king believe this! I just go the MRI results. My spinal cord is being crushed and that’s why my arm is paralyzed. ‘Weakness’ he called it. The surgeon said he wanted to admit me right now. I said ‘F*&ck that.'” his Brooklyn was starting to come out. ” I don’t know anything about this f*&kin surgery. I don’t even know this f*&kin doctor. It’s the first time I f*&kin met him. He said he wanted to admit me and do emergency surgery? F*&k this! …” He went on bombing me with the F’s and all these other insightful descriptives. I swear this man has elevated swearing into an art form. “F*ck this, I’m coming home!” he finished. “Oh, no,” I started, “You are not coming home. You let them admit you and do all their tests. In the meantime you have time to do your research, get second and third opinions. Then, if you decide you don’t want to do the surgery, then you can come home.” My husband is very, very smart. But he can make some very rash decisions. Not this time. This time he listened to me. This time I drove to the hospital to make sure the staff took really good care of him. This time I walked in to the hospital and couldn’t believe what I saw. My husband was standing, half naked in the hallway, clutching his IV pole with tubes and wires hanging all over him, yelling because it was over 100 degrees in his hospital room and there was “no f*&kin way” he could stay here (I checked the thermostat… it really was over 100 degrees)! You wouldn’t believe what happened next… Tune in next week to read the rest of this story… and it just keeps getting better!
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