It is as big and strong on the inside as he is on the outside; but last Sunday, it started hurting him while helping an 80 year young lady to her chair at the hospital - a sharp pain that dropped all 6'4" of him down to his knees and took his breath away. As far as places of employment go, the hospital is a convenient place to be in times of emergency. Tests were ran and guesses were made and he was sent home later that day.
On Thursday, it happened again - and bought him an overnight stay. We found out that his heart was in Atrial fibrillation (a-fib), the most common form of cardiac arrhythmia. In itself, it is not life-threatening as your body will give itself a kick start back into normal heart rate; however, it was cause for concern when 8 hours and 1 dose of medicine later he had still not normalized. Risk of stroke is 7 times more likely for those suffering from a-fib and during extended periods of irregular heart rate is when it strikes.
I will not even allow myself to think of this.
The doctor says his prognosis is now good. He will monitor and medicate and learn the physical tell-tale signs of future episodes. He is to live the way he always has; it's the only way the doctors know what is working. So he is playing basketball now, like he does every Sunday. He will stay up late doing our laundry like he does every Sunday night, waking up early to run to Starbucks with me before I go to work (a habit we started on his day off when I still worked from home). He will workout every day after work. He will do all the heavy lifting between us in the household and in his soul.
He is my rock. My Mr. Big. Bigger than Ever.
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Stopping by to give you a blog award. :)
Oh..I guess it was earlier than Thanksgiving..oops! I just had THANKS on the brain, so I'll say it again, Casondra - Thank you!
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