I had some other plans for a post today, but after yesterday's events I just didn't feel like it. First of all, it's been 8 years since this happened, and while every day gets easier, the whole aura of that day is always gloomy. I miss her. A lot. I always will.
To add to all of those feelings, when I was driving home, Dave called me and said he fell while at the vet with Scoutie Bear and that he needed me to pick him up. I thought for sure he broke his ankle. Of course I asked, "Well, how'd you manage to fall?" I was totally expecting a basic, "I tripped and fell" kind of response. But, I didn't get that at all.
Instead he said, "Well, I didn't really "fall" but rather, I passed out."
So I did what any scared and concerned wife would do, I sped my little self to the vet and picked him up ASAP. He was as pale as a ghost and when we got home our sweet neighbor came over and took his blood pressure and Dave started eating. He was still feeling woozy after eating and went straight to bed. He's convinced that he's going to school today and I'm not so sure.
I am, as you would guess, very worried and one thing is for certain, he IS calling the doctor.
We've said our prayers that everything's a-ok!