Clari’s Whims

I had the scare of my life on Tuesday. Glenn ran into the bathroom and I heard a thud, followed by another thud. After the second time he didn’t answer me I cracked the door and saw him laying face down on the floor. I tried talking to him, but he had lost conciousness, and I noticed a ton of blood in the toilet. My cousin Jessica was over (we just came back from getting her bridesmaid gown) so she dialed 911 while I tried to get my poor fiance up off the floor. The EMTs came and did their thing, with me crying in the hallway like an idiot (obviously he was breathing and sort of talking and all) I rode with him to the hospital and Jess drove my car over.

The EMTs and med staff managed to tell me that the blood meant that Glenn was bleeding somewhere in his intestines, and with a family history of diverticulitis, it seemed like that would be it. They kept him all day Wednesday without doing a single test or having a doctor see him. Thursday morning when he told me he was ‘not on the list’ I bitched at the nurses station. His nurse Steve was actually really helpful. He made sure Glenn saw a doctor and was even nice enough to call me and update me throughout the day. Friday Glenn had one final test, and then was released. They couldn’t find a damn thing wrong with him (the doc said it may have healed itself, but even still…shouldn’t we know why a healthy 38 year old man suddenly lost a crap ton of blood, no pun intended?)

The crowning jewel is that….when he got home he noticed promtply that the crack in the floor joist (which I was completely oblivious to) had grown in the time he’d been hospitalized. He informed me that if the crack got any worse, the house would collapse. So, with him recovered a half day or so, we set off to purchase a jack, a 4×4 post, and some plie wood to “sister” the beam. Here is our handy work…

The crack

So our house still stands. Huzzah!