Please Pray For My Darling Wife.

This morning she recalled me from work. We took her to the Emergency Department at the nearest hospital where she presented with pain in her chest and left arm, dizziness and nausea. Her O₂ sat. was 100, her respiratory and pulse rates nominal, and nothing blatantly obvious to my untrained eye on what looked like a 6-lead setup.

God's plan for her is better than mine, but I think I have a preference in this matter.

Note: "Bad health happens to good people" just the same as bad people. We all shall die eventually from something, but the Christian is likely to avoid things like cirrhosis of the liver and STDs. Just because we are going to Heaven does not eliminate family history/genetic predisposition. If it did, that would constitute a definite proof of God's pleasure on his own people. As he wants a faith-based relationship, proof is not his style.

Still one can't help but take his wife to the hospital with a bit of trepidation. Keeping busy helps, but I have 4 children and 3 dogs to tend at home so I can't go to work. Both laundry machines are going and the dishwasher is waiting for a full load. The children are playing by themselves. People are called with prayer requests . . . what else is there to do when it's 104 degrees out? Parcheesi anyone?

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They took her into an ER room between the time I dropped her off at Paralysis Point and the time I parked the car & unassed the ship. I gave them a half-hour to poke, prod, listen, whatever, and asked for an update. They said she could see visitors. I took the children to see her and she was sitting up in bed with what looked like a 6-lead setup on her and what looked like non-STEMI sort of heart shapes on the monitor. She was dizzy but that's better than in emergency surgery. They released her a few hours later and we made it almost on time to church. She's supposed to follow up with her regular doctor in a week.

Of course, she would have gone to her regular doctor today, but she's on a government health care plan. That means she can't get seen for chest pain without an Emergency Room visit. After the fact, the hospital says they don't take payments from the V.A. If they think we're going to give them some turnip blood ourselves, they've got a nasty surprise coming. It looks like a billing nightmare is in the offing, but thank God she's okay enough to go home, anyway.

Oh, the diagnosis? "We dunno what it is, go ask your regular doctor."