…and the TL;DR version is he ended up in an ambulance to the ER and spent the night in the hospital.
The long version is…longer.
So, Hubby needed new glasses. And since both of his sisters have either developed glaucoma, or have increased pressure in their eyes, he knew he needed to get checked for that as well. So he got an appointment at the place I’ve gotten my glasses at before in the mall and, Wednesday afternoon, there we went.
I should add that Hubby doesn’t handle medical stuff well. And as far as blood draws go, he’s pretty much a fainter. But he’s had eye exams before, worn glasses for decades, and has had his eyes dilated before with no problems.
I go into the room with him, the exam goes fine, she puts the two different sets of drops in his eyes, gets him set up for glasses, and then does the pressure exam. Not the puff of air, a different one. His pressures are elevated, but not too bad, and no nerve damage, so she suggested he go to an ophthalmologist for a follow up.
I noticed him sitting there, looking a little quiet and queasy, but thought he was okay. We get out to the waiting room, and now he’s looking pale and grey and starting to sweat and said he needed to sit down. Then, next thing I know, he’s slumped over on his side into the next chair and his legs were shaking. But he was immediately talking to me and lucid. I thought okay, that’s weird. They called the mall security, but by the time they arrived, he was talking and seemed okay. One of the girls at the eyeglass place ran over to the food court next door and got him a cup of ice water.
He’s talking to me, lucid, looking a little better, then basically does it again. This time, he was talking and sort of stopped talking and his body went kind of stiff and like he was rising up out of his chair, but then immediately, less than a second later, he’s fine again. I said that’s it, you’re taking a ride in an ambulance. He had no history of seizures, but to my untrained eye, that’s exactly what it looked like. While waiting for the paramedics, we get him down on the floor, on his back, and he’s immediately feeling better and his color comes back. (Yes, yes, I know. Face is red, raise the head; face is pale, raise the tail. But I wasn’t thinking like that at the time because while I have had first aid training in the past, it’s been years, and it was my HUSBAND.)
Well, I’m in a panic at this point. The paramedics get him loaded up, I’m on the phone to my parents and to Sir to let them know I’m on my way to the hospital. Meanwhile, Hubby’s chatting up a storm all the way out to the ambulance. They told me where they were transporting him too, and I had to go run to my vehicle.
I figured because I got caught at a light, I’d be behind them. Via that route (that they told me they’d take) it’s like 10 minutes or less if there’s no traffic. I get on the toll expressway, I’m flying down it close to 100, thankfully no traffic on it that time of day, get to the ER, run in…
I’d beat the ambulance there.
*head/desk* All the front desk could tell me was they had one incoming. My parents (who live 10 minutes from the hospital) also beat the ambulance there.
Finally, the ambulance gets there and the triage nurse comes out to the waiting room to reassure me that he’s okay, he’s lucid and talking and fine. They get him into a room, FINALLY let me back there (by now it’s nearly 3 pm) and then…
And, believe me, I GET it. My son has spina bifida, and I cannot tell you how many ER trips we’ve made (sans ambulance) with him, and I KNOW the drill. I know patients are seen in order of priority. He was hooked up to monitors and was in no distress.
Finally, after a CT scan and a video teleconference with an off-site neurologist, it was decided to admit him overnight, keep him on monitors, and do more tests. But otherwise, he seemed fine.
He was stuck in the ER until nearly 9pm, when they finally had a bed open up. It was in the ICU ward, but it was, literally, the only bed they had outside the ER. (So we’ll have to check his billing to make sure they didn’t bill him as an ICU patient, because he wasn’t admitted as one. They actually thought he’d be spending the night in that ER room.)
By the time they discharged him around 4pm Thursday, he’d also had an MRI, EEG, EKG, carotid artery sonogram, cardiac sonogram, and a shit-ton of other tests. To which we learned there’s nothing wrong with his cardiac system, neurologically he’s perfectly fine. They called it convulsive syncope, basically meaning he fainted, shook, and there’s no apparent cause. (It wasn’t a seizure, and he doesn’t have epilepsy, and they totally ruled out a stroke.)
So the good news is that except for fainting, we’ve learned that he’s perfectly healthy. LOL No apparent signs of arterial clogging, etc. While I’m not happy that he had to spend all that time being poked and prodded, because he was miserable, I do not regret erring on the side of caution and making him go in an ambulance to the ER, because I didn’t know at the time what we were dealing with. I do know that he will never go to ANY medically related kind of procedure without me in the future. And the next time, if he shows symptoms, I’ll immediately get him down on the floor, feet raised, and see if that doesn’t alleviate his symptoms. They basically told us their best guess is that he fainted, and it was just him.
Considering he’s 64, and this was not only his first ambulance ride, but his first overnight stay in a hospital, and his first ER trip as the patient instead of the parent of the patient, and his first CT scan, and his first MIR, he’s done pretty well. LOL I’m choosing to look on the bright side.
He keeps apologizing for scaring me, but I told him that I’d MUCH rather be scared and it’s a false alarm, than had it been something far more serious.
So how did you spend your Wednesday and Thursday? LOL