Yep, you read that right
Let me summarize.
Tom worked till 3pm; had one glass on wine with a friend.
Then came home, grabbed fishing gear and went off with another friend till about 9pm....no water, no food, one beer.
THEN proceeded to the bar........vodka.
I found him, took his keys and left him there. He began to walk home. Got tired; called his friend "J".
J shows up with him and says "he wants to go to the hospital, he's having chest pains."
He's very beligerant to me....saying "what do you care" etc.
Roomie, being the PA that she is, checked his pulse and listened to heart....we gave him one nitro tablet at 10:55pm and one more at 11:05pm......
J takes us to get truck and Tom and I head out to the hospital.
Once we were on the way I called his doc's cell number and said that we were on the way. I reminded the doc that in April he had talked to Tom about a cardiology referral but that had fallen to the side and we were on the way to the ER....he said good luck. You could hear his "uh oh" realization in his voice. JERK!
On the way to the hospital he is still beligerant to me....I called Roomie, put her on speaker phone and she talked to him asking him to calm down and take another nitro.
At hospital he refused to be nice to me or even let me be nice to him. I checked him into the ER at 11:45pm.
At 12:45 I was leaving, in tears. He was still grumbling at me saying "he didn't deserve this" and when I grabbed the bag to put his belongings in he said "go ahead and put it over my head" so I said Shut up! I asked if I could get him anything (ice, water etc) and he said "I don't need anything from you".
I left....the nurse asked if I needed help and I said "just make a notation in his chart that he's an asshole".
I cried all the way home. I didn't even tell him I was leaving.
I called his brother and explained what was happening. Once home Roomie and I had a long talk. At 3am I tried to sleep but failed and was still awake at 4:30am.....woke up about 9:30.
Called hospital.....Tom was having a nuclear stress test and would be out about noon. I got to the hospital at 12:30pm; he was released at 1pm. Stress test was normal; blood enzymes were slightly elevated; told to follow up with his doc in 2 weeks.
I have called a different doctor and left a message that he needs an appointment.
Tom still would not talk to me once he was discharged.
Roomie had a talk with Tom.....told him the brutal truth of his mixing alcohol with the meds and that his Hep C liver damage was further damaging his heart; thus he was on a mission of impending death, which was certainly his choice, but to stop fighting against ME and scaring Tara.
The docs told him he had to quit smoking and get on a decent diet. It is 5pm and he is still not ready to talk with me....says he is calm and wants to remain relaxed.
I may take Miss T to Mom's and roomie and I head over to the beach house for the night giving Tom the alone time he needs.
Right now I am so tired. I need a nap!