the end of june ...... kimmy style

The end of June has sucked, for the last three years, in a row.

Year before last, at the end of June, I had an emergency appendectomy.

Last year, at the end of June, Ashley was in the hospital for 4 days with hepatitis a.

This year, at the end of June, Larry thought he was having a heart attack.

He woke me up about 6 asking me what time I had to be at work.
Why? I murmur, as I had only gotten to sleep about 4 hours earlier.
I'm going to the emergency room, this pain in my chest is not going away.

HOLY SHIT! He's 40, most men have heart attacks in the first 3 hours after they wake. Holy shit, He's going to the emergency room, he said I am going. Like hell you are going, we are going.

I throw clothes on and we are off. There is nobody there, lucky for us (when I broke my rib we were there for four hours) We get right in, ekg, pulse ox, heart monitor, eight vials of blood. Nitrates negative, heart attack would have been positive. They call a cardiologist just to be sure. He comes, looks things over, get a CT scan just to make sure no clots. No clots, CT is clear. In the midst of all of this, Larry says to me, "I will get the extra life insurance" Last month I began telling him he/we needed more than what work would/is giving through them. They say you take your income and times that by five, that is how much you need. That is a LOT more than what work gives.

It scared me. My whole life is in this man. I have not a clue, nor do I want to even imagine my life without him. He is my best friend of 20 years, since I was sixteen.

Everything checked out OK. They gave him a prescription for Nexium, the purple pill. Seems severe acid reflux will mask heart attacks. He will still have the stress test Wednesday, just in case.

It was not how I imagined my first day as an assistant. I finally made it into work about 2, promptly began training one of the newbies. She did very well, she even got an activation and about 200 bucks worth of accessories.

The cardiologist had a sprint phone. I joked with Larry I would look his number up, would be good to have the direct line to a cardiologist, just in case you have heartburn again ...... chuckling because I can laugh now