Hee! I will definitely have that running through my head when the serious digging starts this weekend.

My husband has dethroned my cat as the Stupidest Mammal in The House.

This morning he put on his heart monitor, which he does when his heart rate is up. I paused in getting ready to go work to make sure everything was OK, he said everything should calm down.

I come home from work this evening, he's laying down. This isn't uncommon if his back/hip/shoulders/etc. have been bothering him. So I'm giving him a backrub, and he says, "My day was less good than you might think," and he holds up his wrist. Which is circled with a red ER bracelet.

Seems the heartrate spiked to over 200 bpm not long after I left to catch the bus, and the hit of nitro didn't interrupt it. To his credit, he tried to get ahold of a close buddy but couldn't get through. Trying to intercept me to drive him to the hospital would be wasteful of time, so he drove himself to the ER.

He did not call me.

His excuses: "It was just like last time, I thought that they'd have everything taken care of by the time you were able to catch a bus down to the hospital." "I hate making you miss work because of all my medical problems." "I should be stronger and not need you to hold my hand all the time."

After several deep breaths, I managed to ask, "Why didn't you call me when you got home? I'd still have been pissed, but you would have had a fighting chance of convincing me that everything was over and I should just stay at work."

He had no answer for that one. I can understand him being too distracted/busy with procedures/etc. at the beginning of it all to call me. Not calling me afterwards, though ...

He's feeling fine now, he's off gaming (get him out of the house where I'm not tempted to scream at him every time I see him), I asked him was he sure he was up to it and remember how little respect I have for your sense right now so be honest. He said he as up to it. He went with a friend who vowed to keep an eye on him.

He sat in the ER alone. My man does not sit in hospitals alone. That is not how this works. I cannot guard his back if he doesn't tell me these things.

All of our friends that he spoke to today (Friday being gaming night, his buddies call back and forth a lot to set things up) unanimously said, "You haven't told her!?" And I'm getting apologies by proxy from them for their not telling me themselves, but if they'd had my work number they would have.

He offered me an empty pop bottle to bap him in his good shoulder with, but I refused to take it. "You know the alcoholic's phrase, one is too many, a hundred is not enough?" I told him. "Do not encourage me to hit you right at this moment."

"I knew you'd be angry," he said in a thoroughly chastened voice, "but I didn't think you'd be this mad."

I'm still buzzing off the adrenaline of how angry I was. And I don't feel one drop of guilt about it, either.

I would be FURIOUS.

Good lord. Talk about a "Now that you're not dead, I'm gonna kill you" moment.

connie, that is definitely behavior that deserves your previous definition of divorce. Or its alternative.

I got him to actually use the words "I promise" when I said, "If you go to the hospital for any reason, I know first, all right?" Except for the doctors etc. of course. Either tell me first or never tell me.

Connie, I would be furious. Heck, I am close to furious on your behalf.

He was so certain he was going to spare me stress and inconvenience. He now understands the error of his ways.

I love the haircut , Hil. I can see you, and not just hair.

{{P-C}} maybe because I know the situation - but I didn't read what you said quite the same as some of the others. I don't think you descirbe your self as sullen if you don't know you've been behaving less than ideally.

insent , Polter-cow

every now and then I think about WW at work. But it is one of those places where getting competative would hurt me more. a less than Ideal day could have me saying 'fuck It' and going way overboard for the next two weeks. and I can't afford that.

Connie, I am furious just reading about it. And very glad that D(bad bad bad bad, no cookie)H is okay. I hope the adrenaline buzz fades so you can relax. But don't feel guilty. No guilt. Bad husband.