Popeye The Sailor Man
I am home from work today, the third time in several weeks. The first two days were because I was sick. I had this creeping yucky that led to me eating 234087234 sugar free Popsicles. Today is all about Bruce.
At about 4:30 AM I was driving Bruce to the hospital because he had uncontrollable full body muscle spasms for an hour last night. I was only awake for about 15 minutes of it before I made him get in the car and it was only once we got there and Bruce started telling his story that I learned he had been having the spasms for about an hour.
Of course I kind of feel bad because when I woke up to Bruce shivering in bed and gasping for air my words of wisdom were: “relax, breath slowly and go back to bed.” Seriously, I took in his obvious distress and told him to go back to bed. It took a few minutes to realize that something was rotten in the state of Denmark. And when I finally hauled out of bed and told Bruce we were going to the Emergency Room, his lack of a fight made me really scared. Bruce is you basic male stoic so when he was so willing to go to the hospital I knew he was in trouble.
Of course by the time we get there, he can breath and the spasms were done. The diagnosis is something along the lines of an electrolyte imbalance. I think that means that our diet has taken certain vitamins out of our diet and Bruce’s natural aversion to certain vegetables meant that he was really lacking in things like Potassium. Oops. So while Bruce takes it easy at home, I am off to the store for some bananas and spinach.
On this side of things we can say that we are fine and everyone is okay, but in the moment, I think we were both scared. So scared in fact that when we got home we had a conversation about estate planning and writing up our wills. Nothing like a health scare to get us all kinds of serious.