Has got to be better than Tuesday.

On Tuesday my DH (that's Dear Husband) who has Congestive Heart FAilure (CHF) takes oxygen and walks with a cane, told me he felt "light headed."

"Describe light headed, dear"

"Like I might faint."

"OK, honey, sit down and put your head down. That's it.
Now, let me take your pulse. Hmm. Very steady. Show me your finger nails. (I'm looking for blue or purplish nails.) They look fine. You're color is good too. Did you take your morning pills? (It is now about 11 a.m.)"

"Yes, but it didn't seem like there were enough."

I go to the dining room and look in the pill box. Empty. Oh, oh. There's a capsule on the floor; one of his heart pills.

"Here, Sweety. Here's one you missed.
Did you have your oatmeal?"

"No. I ate a slice of boiled ham."

Ay yi yi. I sigh. "Well, I think you may have low blood pressure or low blood sugar." I hand him a can of chocolate flavored Ensure. He's like a little kid in his enjoyment
of it.

We have an appointment with DH's primary care doctor in half an hour, thank goodness. I hurry and get ready, carry the oxygen tank to the car, walk him out very very slowly. He's breathing a little harder from the walk, but that passes and his color is still fine.

I reach over and pat him on the cheek. He looks at me, and says, "You know, hon, that chocolate drink really did the trick."

Right. I'm a freaking genius.

Later while DH was napping, I drove to McDonald's and enjoyed double cheeseburger and a DIET coke. Then I went to the ice cream shop and had a huge scoop of double chocolate malted crunch. I was a new woman.

And now something cute.








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