Attention: TDR Forum Junkies I was admitted to the Hospital two weeks ago with severe chest pains. It was 5:00 am on a Saturday morning. Blood work came back positive and the EKG was abnormal. My best friend is a doctor. He entered the ER within 30 minutes of receiving news of my misfortune. He immediately made the necessary phone calls and all of the rest of the diagnostic testing proceedures were thrown into high gear. Two hours and three tests later and I was placed in the coronary care ward. My Doctor friend stayed with me thru all the testing and relocating. Long story short my ticker was "mildly damaged". (which is easy to say if it's not in reference to your own heart. ) 
The doctors found gall stones during an ultrasound two days later so they chopped that out and then went in again and cleaned out some left over stones the next afternoon. I knew something still wasn't right after the first surgery when I turned yellow.
Anyway, the GOOD news is that during the week I was hospitalized many good friends and my Pastor came by to check on me every single day. I received tons of phone calls and lots of fruit, candy and flowers. The very BEST part of the entire experience was my wonderful, wonderful wife who only left my side for 30 minutes a day to clean up and change clothes. I had one excruciatingly long and painful night that she stayed by my side and comforted me. She spent the entire week sleeping on a cot right next to me. I met her in Texas when I was stationed at Fort Hood, and we've been married for 23 years. I'm not ashamed to say here in front of everyone that I Love Her Dearly.
The past two weeks I've sat at home recovering have completely inverted my levels of machismo vs. heartfelt humility. I know now what George Bailey experienced when he came home and saw his children at the top of the stairs. Thanks for letting me ramble.
The doctors found gall stones during an ultrasound two days later so they chopped that out and then went in again and cleaned out some left over stones the next afternoon. I knew something still wasn't right after the first surgery when I turned yellow. Anyway, the GOOD news is that during the week I was hospitalized many good friends and my Pastor came by to check on me every single day. I received tons of phone calls and lots of fruit, candy and flowers. The very BEST part of the entire experience was my wonderful, wonderful wife who only left my side for 30 minutes a day to clean up and change clothes. I had one excruciatingly long and painful night that she stayed by my side and comforted me. She spent the entire week sleeping on a cot right next to me. I met her in Texas when I was stationed at Fort Hood, and we've been married for 23 years. I'm not ashamed to say here in front of everyone that I Love Her Dearly.
The past two weeks I've sat at home recovering have completely inverted my levels of machismo vs. heartfelt humility. I know now what George Bailey experienced when he came home and saw his children at the top of the stairs. Thanks for letting me ramble.
Guess you think of the important things when the man upstairs has you in his palm. Glad you came through 
