On Tuesday morning, hubby was taken to the hospital by ambulance with severe chest pain. It had to be bad, as he never wants to go to hospital and for him to ask me to call an ambulance meant his pain was bad.
He was there all day. I wasn't able to be there with him, as I have enough problems getting around the house without having to walk long, hospital corridors.
Hubby was admitted. He didn't have a heart attack the nurse said, but they wanted him under observation. I'm not sure for how long.
This morning the Dr. informed me of the results of the last set of x-rays taken last Friday. I have a fractured Fibula.
Next week is the move from here to the new place. Please keep us in your prayers.
