Today, hubby went to pick up the boys around noon. Brandon was going to cut the lawn and Jordan was to pick up all of the stones around the yard and driveway. Brandon was about half finished mowing the lawn when hubby came in and told me he didn't feel so good. He wondered if he was having an anxiety attack and took an ativan. He then went back outside to supervise the lawn mowing.
In a few minutes I looked out and there he was at the foot of the stairs leading up the terrace. All of a sudden he started flailing his arms and his entire body began to shake. He took two steps to the left and collapsed on the lawn.
I started out the door and then hurried back for the phone and as I walked towards him, I called 911. So, to make a long story short, he was taken to hospital where they gave him a catscan. He suffered a mini stroke. They are keeping him for a day or two for observation.
Brandon did a great job of talking to the 911 operator while I attended hubby. Neighbours came from all directions. Soon he had a pillow, blanket and had stopped shaking. Jordan was terrified. He thought for sure Grandpa was dying and asked me when they put him into the ambulance if he was alive. Jordan was pale as a ghost. Brandon coped real well.
I will keep you updated on hubby's status. The boys insisted they come and stay the night because I've been under the weather and shouldn't be left alone. LOL Great guys, those boys.