7:02am, I have not sleep since my beloved wife recruited me to the hospital, a not convenient chest pain has make her abandoned her job hours before the end of her shift, after receiving instructions by some MT’s, loyal customers of her Texas famous fried chicken restaurant.
Contacting the owners was not easy, specially when you need to get a replacement to finalize paperwork at 9pm and later on rush yourself to the hospital. Trying to maintain calm and some sense of humor in front of employees and all recurrent customers is becoming a hard task.
9:20pm, yesterday night; after finalizing my now three times a week sport of preference, get the phone call, was a message from my wife trying to reach me, on addition found a couple of good friends awaiting my appearance next to my car to give me what for one second though alarming.
Rush into my car, a brand new Accord Rs 1990, which finally I am learning to drive after a nostalgic, heavy graphic car accident 11 years ago.
9:45 after almost breaking the transmission, t bone a couple of cars and evade a police trap going 90 miles per hour on 60 zone, hit the parking lot of the regional hospital, walking my pumas; can see my wife and stepmother talking with a nurse.
Everything OK, I ask> the response was immediate, got the Intel about the situation and after waiting over an hour the doctor visit us saying that the case presents an abnormal risk so will be better to stay over night; we agree.
After a couple of test we end up in the observation room, which annoyingly became a nightmare of farts, a snoring orchestra, and old nurses, which made an outstanding job, but relentless don’t attract my perverted orgy dreams.
My dear pass out after some medication, and I was accommodate in a reclining chair where I intend to sleep between the noise and a book of Vargas Llosa which always entertain my perspective in life.
7:00am next morning, after the last badge of blood, I step out for a morning coffee and a red short marlboro 72; surprisingly the hospital now serve Starbucks coffee, which I personally believe is outrageous after been an employee of the corporation for a few weeks.
Order a Double short Caramel Macchiato, only in the menu that I can stand, after observing the old volunteer maneuvering the espresso machine with such ignorance end up drinking a French Latte on Ice, quiet disgusting.
Return to the smelly observation/old fart conservation room to finally sign all proper documentation for a prompt release without major complications or causes, but a steady advice to visit a cardiologist.
That same afternoon, took my dear princess to an African American specialist, original from Nigeria, good guy even after the sermon about our smoking habits, which truly do not enjoy.
He recommend a stress test, a sample blood to rule out pregnancy and hipper insulin ism between others. After twenty minutes the results came back, a level of low potassium and magnesium; still an unsatisfactory result for such a sharp pain.
That night after a short nap, my dear soul mate past away in a deep sleep; the cause still unknown.
I ask twice how she feel during her last two days, trying to give her as much comfort as possible, without knowing that my last words will be: don’t take a long nap, you will be awake all night and I’m tired myself to keep you company babe.
