So as a local columnist I suck this week. My "local" consisted not of reading the news, nor being out and about town, or even just watching television news. It only consisted of hospitals, doctors, and home.
I have been married for a thousand years to an electrician. Three weeks ago he was electrocuted in an accident at work. The current went in one hand, through his heart, and out the other hand (which was hanging on to something that grounded the current). When the current that held him powerless in it's grip ended, he was thrown from the ladder he was on. It was just a freak accident, no one did anything wrong, or is to blame.
My husband was rushed by ambulance to the nearest trauma center in Oakland. Note to husband, please have all accidents on this side of the bay to save your poor wife some time and stress. Doctors stabilized his heart and looked for spinal fractures. He was kept in the hospital and found to have a fracture in his tail bone and his heart was taking its sweet time returning to normal. Now he can honestly say my nagging is a pain in the butt.
You might be thinking thanks for telling your tale of woe Miss Debbie Downer. However I assure you this isn't a sad story. But more like a dog ate my homework story.
Through this ordeal that was much more painful for him than me (of course you would never know that from my whining), I worked, drove back and forth to Oakland, took care of our home, animals, etc. Then later I took care of him at home.
My entire world had instantly shrunk to the size of our house. Each day I felt overwhelmed but knew he would recover soon. I thought of it as something bad - as would most of us. Then came the call that changed my view.
During the tests, CT scan, etc. being reviewed, the doctors discovered that my husband had a heart Aneurysm in his aorta. WHAT? Off to a cardiologist we went. And yes, this would have killed him in the next few years. Now, since we are aware of it, he will be fixed up good as new (or as good as a 57 year old new can get).
Aneurisms have no symptoms to look for. Nothing we are poked, prodded, or scanned for would have revealed it. But (no pun intended) since he had such butt pain, a CT was done that happened to include the heart and abra cadabra, it was revealed. Sometimes the powers that be have to shock you into action.
I am all to acutely aware of just how fragile our hold on this life is. For all my jokes, I want to spend much more time smelling the roses with this particular man. Don't tell him, I don't want it to go to his head.
So my excuse for not noticing any and all news and happenings in San Mateo is a happy thing. See - the dog ate my homework, oops, I mean column. I dropped it in a puddle, I left it on the bus. You get the idea.