Last Monday, M woke up really nauseous. This has happened a few times here and there over this journey but something felt different this time. I’m not sure what made if feel that way. He was really weak, cold & clammy, no fever… Dr. Google says heart attack. M swears he doesn’t have chest pains. Well, dear reader, we all know you don’t have to have chest pain to be having a heart attack.
I had to go to work. I was scared but, as I’ve said before, I can’t stay home every time M is sick. As an extra added stressor, due to some poor career choices in the past eight months, I have no available time off.
M never replied to my texts after lunch and I was getting concerned, but he did answer my call on the way home. Sounded weak as all hell. Tuesday, a small bit better, then a small improvement each day. Yesterday, Friday, he ate more than he’s eaten all week. This morning? Boom, back to how he was Monday.
Again, I don’t know what is making this feel different, but it does seem so. Nausea, weak, occasionally sweating & clammy, and he can’t sit for 30 seconds without nodding off. I got him to eat a little chicken noodle soup this evening and he fell asleep between spoonfuls.
I’ve told M my concerns. I’ve been pooh-pooh’d. And there it is. He’s an adult and I’m not his mother. He’ll let it get out of control bad before he’ll agree to be seen by a dr. It has been 15 years since his first heart attack. That one gave warning signs for at least a month that he refused to acknowledge.
Something just isn’t right.
(edited in July to note – the Dr. L appointment that was to happen in May? Postponed. M did not want to go into a hospital in the midst of the pandemic)