the lungs are ok.
Good news. Broken ribs, as I understand, are painful and all. But they heal.
And I am glad you had a place to worry aloud and then be strong with some support, Nora. Tonight sounded scary for you and for Tom.
Eggs. The living legend needs eggs. Or maybe another milk.
Jayne ,'Jaynestown'
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Cass - Sep 12, 2012 11:44:56 pm PDT #20152 of 30001
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
Nora Deirdre - Sep 12, 2012 11:51:07 pm PDT #20153 of 30001
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
Cass, yes. I am glad and grateful. Tom was super scared and I was able to stay calm thanks to the late shift.
Calli - Sep 13, 2012 1:27:11 am PDT #20154 of 30001
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs
Yikes! I'm glad Tom has something that time and a bit of care will heal.
Aims, I hope you're feeling better.
sj - Sep 13, 2012 2:45:22 am PDT #20155 of 30001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
{{{Nora & Tom}}} Quick healing to Tom. Do we need to start wrapping Tom in bubble wrap?
{{{{{Pix}}}}} Your reaction sounds calm compared to how I would react.
Sue - Sep 13, 2012 3:08:08 am PDT #20156 of 30001
hip deep in pie
Healing-ma for Tom. What a stressful night for you guys. Just reading this thread was stressing me out. I am glad it's ribs out of all the possibilities.
Lee - Sep 13, 2012 3:56:35 am PDT #20157 of 30001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Oh Nora, I am so sorry you and Tom had such a scary night, but I am glad it turned out to be not as dire as it seemed. Heal fast, ribs!
Liese S. - Sep 13, 2012 4:01:56 am PDT #20158 of 30001
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."
Oh Nora, how scary for you and Tom. Here's to quick healing.
sj - Sep 13, 2012 4:05:17 am PDT #20159 of 30001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
I have an exciting morning planned of waiting for the plumber. I should be doing laundry, but I'm going to hold off in case they need to shut the water off. Some cheap-fix~ma?
Steph L. - Sep 13, 2012 4:31:12 am PDT #20160 of 30001
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
Yikes, Nora and Tom! I'm glad you got him to the hospital so it could get diagnosed and treated. Glad it's not a heart attack or collapsed lung.
But Hubby has single handedly raised the survival rate for heart attacks in our county. It's not necessarily the utterly catastrophic thing it could be.
My dad will kick in his FIVE heart attacks, just to raise the survival rate higher.
Connie Neil - Sep 13, 2012 5:16:32 am PDT #20161 of 30001
brillig
In re: Hubby's heart, he had a recent cardiologist appointment, and his report on that to me is "I am definitely a middle-aged white man. I ain't got rhythm." They started backimg down some of his drugs a few months ago, and now he's got mad syncopation going on. If putting him back on the drugs doesn't work, it's another visit with Wong, the Buddhist Avatar of Electrocardiology. We are so fucking lucky to have such top-flight people in our rinky-dink little community.
edit: And, of course, yay for no heart issues!