No Heartache Tonight

From 5 years ago--Thank the Lord my Girl is still out performing me at every measure).

I'm thankful that my wife is not having to use the phone to call the kids.

The night before Halloween, she had asked me to call the kids. I refused, and told her that we would call the kids later-there were other priorities at the time. I had just returned home from two weeks out of town, and when she picked me up she told me she had been having some chest pains. When we went to bed, she began having chest pains in earnest. So in earnest, and I mean ‘my one eyed granddad taught me how to drive it like I stole it’ earnest, I drove her to the emergency room.

The chest pains intensified, and eventually my wife was in tears due to the pain. Through her tears and shortness of breath, she stated that she needed to talk to the kids.

“Negative, Ghost Rider”, I replied. “You can call kids later, let's get you fixed first.”

You see, my best girl was in the middle of having a heart attack. It would later be deemed as a mild heart attack, but I know for a fact my wife never cried over anything mild.

Terrified, mortified, and any other ‘fied you can think of, hoss, and I was it. I was plain skeered. And all I could do is hold her hand and tell her it was going to be ok. By contrast, when I got sick a few years ago Wifey took over an entire hospital and saw to my welfare. I fully admit I suck at being an advocate.

I will tell you that the two hours or so that I had to wait for the medical staff to deliver my best girl back from having her procedure (two stents) done were the absolute, no question about it,longest two hours of my life.

A body can do a lot praying, worrying, and what if’ing in two hours.

They delivered her back into the room at the heart center, and the first words out of her mouth were “Give me my phone!”, upon which time she called all three of her kids in the respective order of their birth and told them she was okay.

And she is okay. She's better than okay. She's back to being in charge of me and Satchel. Lord knows we can use her guidance. We are almost housebroken.

We are grateful, thankful, and our glass remains half-full.

She doesn’t have to call the kids, because they are all here. Her phone, by the way, is nowhere in sight. They are 925 pieces into a 1000 piece puzzle. She has that look on her face that a Momma gets when all her babies are home.

Happy Thanksgiving, Y’all.