Here we were, thinking everything was well, and then the chest pains came back. Back to the ER, third time this go around (we ought to get a plaque or a frequent flier rebate. The latter would be particularly great).
They did the whole nine yards. Enzymes, EKG, X-ray and CT angio and, thank G-d, found nothing to suggest a new blockage, but that didn’t change the fact that we both got scared out of our wits because, once you’re in danger of getting another clot or embolism, every twinge of pain is going to make you wonder what it is.
Need a break. And sleep. But most of all I need my honey to be well again.