Hey, Mrs. Wilson!

Okay, so it was mostly Noah’s bad day, but it was not a great day for me either. There were a couple sunny spots though. This will be in mostly point form, as it was just that kind of day. I’m sorry if I bore you with my longwindedness, but it was a very very full day.  (PS. If you don’t feel like reading it, then skip down to the bottom and read the note there.)

I dropped Kaylie off at school.

I dropped Noah off at the dentist.

I dropped Liliana off at Finney’s house.

I dropped the car off with Noah at the dentist and walked to work.

I got to work at 9:00 (ish). So far so good.

I got a call from Noah (he was at work by then) at about 10:15. He said he was having chest pains.

Now let’s back track just a little bit. Noah has not been to the doctor in the whole time I’ve known him. He pretty much boycotts the doctor. He also does not get sick. Ever. Okay, just once, but it was just a bad cold and he solved that with a whole lot of NyQuil. He is also not a whiner. At all. So when he admits that something hurts, I know it’s serious. He also said that the pain went all the way through to his back and that he could not lift anything (which is kind of vital to being a grocery clerk).

I asked him if I could take him to the hospital or to the doctor or something, but he said he’d call me back in 15 minutes to let me know how he was. He had just been told by the dentist that he needs to have all four of his wisdom teeth pulled, so I was hoping it was just some sort of anxiety attack.

During that time, he went to talk to the pharmacist (he works in a grocery store with a pharmacy). She called the hospital and talked to a doctor who told her that it was most likely not heart related because of a couple symptoms that he did not have.

He called me back and allowed me to make him a doctor’s appointment. Now I know he’s really not feeling well. I made the appointment for 11:00. It was 10:52. I told him to book it to the medical centre (conveniently only about a block from where he works and across the parking lot from where I work).

We waited in the waiting room for about half an hour before Noah was called in. (Yes I went with him! I was worried about him!) He came out of the exam room and was sent to the hospital for an EKG and a chest xray. Oh goodie.

I took him to the hospital and showed him where to go (like I said, he boycotts doctors and thus had never been to that part of the hospital, only that maternity ward!) I then went to play taxi for a friend’s preschooler. I picked her up and dropped her off at preschool and then went to see how Noah was doing.

He was just finishing with some blood work and we headed over to Radiology. Luckily, it was a short wait and we were out quickly. We were also starving as it was just after 1:00 and breakfast was a long time ago. We picked up a super healthy bag of grease some McDonalds and headed to my office to scarf it down before my dentist appointment and Noah’s doctor’s appointment for his test results. There’s nothing better than McDonalds right after an EKG.

When I got back from my appointment, I called Noah to see how his went. He said that there were too many patients ahead of him so he went home and waited for the nurse to call him.

I went and picked up the preschooler and brought her home. I called Noah when I got back and he said that the nurse had just called. I picked him up and we waited for the doctor. Again. While I waited for him to come out of the exam room, so many what-ifs ran through my head. What-ifs are not fun. I will not even write them, because they’re too scary to re-think.

When Noah finally came out, he said that the doctor said that it was probably just a skeletal or muscular inflammation (phew!) and that we needed to pick up some prescription anti-inflammatory medication.

We dropped off his prescription, picked up Liliana from daycare, picked up Kaylie from her after-school playdate, picked up Noah’s prescription, and finally headed home.

The kids and I left right away to walk to Ann’s for our weekly Widow’s Dinner and gave Noah some peace and quiet.

One problem. Halfway through our dinner, Liliana produced a dirty, stinky diaper. I changed her before we left and naively thought I did not need to bring a diaper. (I hate carrying a diaper bag.) I called Noah to bring me a diaper with the promise of pizza when he arrived. I felt completely horrible for making him even move because he was in so much intense pain and by this point could hardly move his left arm.

Being the amazing, wonderful husband and father he is, he was there in a matter of minutes and I traded him pizza for a diaper.

The kids are now in bed and Noah is asleep on the couch beside me. Bliss.

Time worked out of an 8-hour work day: 1/2 an hour
Amount of gas used during crappy workless day: 3/8 tank
A healthy husband: priceless

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I’ve been following the Confessions of a CF Husband blog for a little over 3 months now, and have been reading the story of Nathan, Tricia, and little baby Gwyneth. Tricia has Cystic Fibrosis, and gave birth to tiny Gwyneth Rose at 24 weeks on January 8. Soon after giving birth to Gwyneth, Tricia was put back on the transplant list as she desperately needs new lungs. Today is Nathan’s 27th birthday. Nathan and Tricia got a call earlier today that the transplant team had a set of lungs they hoped would be a match to Tricia. The lungs were checked out and determined to be a match. Right now, right this second, Tricia is having a life-saving transplant surgery that will hopefully give her many more years with her husband and newborn baby daughter. Go and check out Nathan’s blog. He and Tricia have amazing faith in God and it is evident in every single blog post. If you feel led, pray for Tricia, that her new lungs will work as they should, and that through their story God will be glorified.