The end of this story is funny . . the front part . . not so funny.
Last night Addie did not stop talking til after 2 a.m. I finally told her I was going to bed . . she could stay up as long as she wanted and talk to herself.
I got in bed about 2:30 and at 3:30, Vince woke me telling me he was having chest pains. He said “Do you want me to call an ambulance?” I told him . . You do whatever you feel like doing but I felt like, because of how far we live from the hospital and ambulance dispatch area, and with there being little to no traffic at that time of night, I could get him there faster but .. if he needed help on the way, the ambulance was better for that. He decided he wanted me to drive him so I got Addie up and we were at the hospital a little after 4.
They did an EKG and bloodwork and had pretty much decided he was not having nor had he had a heart attack but they wanted to wait two hours and do more bloodwork.
When the doctor came in to talk to Vince, he was looking at his legs and his arms and Vince mentioned that the scrapes were all from having a puppy.
Dr: What kind of puppy?
Me: Mini Dachshund.
Dr: I have a mini dachshund puppy! He’s 4-1/2 months old. How old is yours?
Me: 5-1/2 months!
The doctor and I both grabbed our phones and were sharing pictures of our puppies. Vince was there, in bed, about to say “What about me?” After about six photo shares each, Vince said “I could be having a heart attack and you two are sharing puppy pictures.” The doctor grinned and said “You’re not!”
It brought a little humor to what had been a stressful couple of hours!