My morning, started out scary but ended on an okay note.
Mark woke me up at about 4 am, he said he had a strange feeling in his chest. It was painful and it would go away and then it would return.
I was about to call 911 and he suggested we just drive there. He was still feeling some pain but not bad.
I went to his daughter's room and woke her to tell her we were going to the hospital. She came out and talked to her dad a bit and then we were off. She was going to take my niece to school for us.
Upon walking into the ER, they popped an aspirin in his mouth and hooked him up to an EKG(?) Everything looked okay. They ran a gazillion tests including a chest xray. All is fine. The doctor said it appears to just be a chest cavity muscle tear or strain. They asked if he had been doing anything strenuous lately. We're always running and a few weeks ago we planted a ton of flowers and moved 6 yards of mulch.
I was thinking to myself we had sex on Sunday evening but I wasn't going to share that. And wouldn't you know it, Mark says, "We did have some strenuous sex on Sunday." No, he couldn't just say we had sex. He tells the doctor we had "we had some strenuous sex."
"When you say strenuous....?"
I interrupt, "Passionate might be a better word for it."
"Heart rates up."
"Oh yeah," Mark says.
"Compared to your running, higher or lower?"
"Higher."
"Did you ejaculate?"
"Yes"
"How many times," the doctor asked in his monotone doctor voice.
Mark answers, "Me? Oh, once." Then Mark looks at me. NO HE DOESN'T WANT TO KNOW HOW MANY TIMES I O'd,, I wanted to scream at him.
"Afterwards, how did you feel."
"Great, after that we walked into the house and took a shower." WTH, why did you say 'Afterwards we walked in the house' when "Great" would have been sufficient.
Luckily no follow up from the doctor on that one.
A few more questions, a prescription, and we were on our way. I'm very relieved to say he only has a chest cavity muscle tear (or muscle strain). All seems fine. He is going to his primary doctor on Monday.