I finished up my last class about 9:40PM last night and called The Cute Boyfriend (AB) on the way home. He was at the pub with our dance troupe. I told him that I was exhausted so I'd meet him at home. When he got home, I went to bed and fell asleep. He stayed up to surf and watch tv.
About 1am he came and and said his stomach hurt. AB's stomach often hurts or is upset because he tends to eat late and not the right things. I coddled him appropriately (for a girlfriend that has to be up by 6am) and told him to take some antacid.
He came back a few minutes later and said that it really hurt now so he decided to take some antacid (didn't I just tell him that?). He laid down but was uncomfortable so went downstairs again.
Then, he came up to tell me he was in horrible pain. I said, "Ok, get dressed. Let's go to the ER." I got up and got dressed and I could hear him moaning and groaning downstairs. He was in severe pain. He wouldn't let me put on shoes. When I got to the car I asked him which hospital was closest and he said to call an ambulance. I told him I could get him there faster. But my heart was starting to kick into overdrive.
As we drove, he said he couldn't breathe and that I should run stoplights. I squeezed his hand and it was terribly cold and clammy. It made me think he was not getting enough oxygen. I thought about losing it at this point but I decided that it could wait.
In the waiting room (where I put on my shoes), they made us fill out paperwork. He was in so much pain and you could see how scared he was. He asked if they knew he was dying in the waiting room. While I was filling out the paperwork I realized that I was shaking so hard that writing was difficult. Once I handed that back in, it took them about 5 minutes to get to AB.
They took bloodwork and an EKG, his health history and then had a doctor look at his EKG. Finally, they decided to put him in the Chest Pain Unit. Luckily, we live in California where they're a little more relaxed about non-married couple being together.
Frank and Joyce were our nurses. They made me sit outside the room (I think this is a good thing) and started him on Nitro tabs, oxygen and hooked him up to a heart monitor. Joyce was amazing. AB was diaphoretic, pale and just in a phenomenal about of pain. Joyce assessed that within 2 minutes and said, "Get the doctor here now." Yay, Joyce! When the doctor finally arrived, she told him, "Get into room 3 now." Dr. C checked his vitals, his EKG (which was beautiful) and ordered another EKG, an x-ray, an GI cocktail and morphine. After working with AB for awhile, he came out and made a few calls and then talked to me. He said that AB was not having a heart attack but they needed to figure out the problem.
After the morphine, the GI cocktail and a little girlfriend love, AB seemed much better. I thought about losing it again because it was a relief to see him not in so much pain, but I decided that it could wait. He was still having episodes but the pain killer was helping. Joyce came in and announced that they'd be keeping him overnight. AB and I decided that I should go home and call his office and try to get some sleep (HA!).
I left the hospital, called my mom (who is a RN). Lucky for me she is the best mom in the world (it was also 3am our time and 6am her time so she almost had a heart attack herself when she saw me calling so early). I also called his mom.
This morning, he's sleeping but apparently had another episode last night (followed by another GI cocktail and some morphine). He's going to see the cardiologist just for saftey sake and then I guess they're going to try to figure out what's going on with him.
Alrighty - I'm going back to the hospital. Thanks for the venting space.