Circumstances in my life attempt to overwhelm me sometimes, but I just try to roll with it. Three days ago, my youngest son texted me while I was at work, telling me that his arm and his chest really hurt and he'd taken an aspirin. I called our doctor to try to get him in and there weren't any appointments until the following afternoon. Since it was his left arm that was hurting and his chest, I thought it best to take him to the emergency room.
After many tests, we were told that they suspected that he had Myopericarditis, which is an inflammation of the muscular wall of the heart. He'd had a fever and sore throat earlier in the week and they think the virus had travelled to his heart. He was seen by three different cardiologists and they've all said the same thing. He'd been in the ICU at the hospital ever since and he came home Saturday afternoon. He's 21.
I was really scared, but don't tell him that. It's odd that I posted about the kitten the other day because we were talking about it in the hospital and he remembered it, even though he was only 3 at the time. He remembered it dying and me not being upset about it, so he wasn't upset either. He also remembered watching Thomasina that night and going with his brother to get the dead kitten out of the laundry basket in the morning, hoping that it would come back to life like Thomasina did.
And when they told us at the hospital what the prognosis was, I just tried to remain cool. The virus will run its course and he's on an anti-inflammatory. Down the road, we'll be able to see whether or not there was damage to the heart. Everything seems fine now, though. I know now that he'll be ok. Just don't tell him how worried I really was, ok?
Tonight we're watching the latest Harry Potter movie together. I'll letcha know how it turns out.
Unitl later, my friends.