The medics just left with Mark. He woke up about a half hour ago with his heart in PSVT (i.e. racing really, really fast). He came downstairs, woke me up, and panted, "I need you to call the medics." When they got here, his heart rate was jumpy but reaching around 180. Oxygen brought it down to about 117. He was shades of purple and gray and SO clammy. But he's in good hands now.
I feel a little stoned right now. Well, actually, I've never been stoned, so how would I know what that feels like? I'm sitting here, trying to decide if I should see if I can find someone to come stay with the kids so I can go in with him, or if I should sleep some more and go in once I get them off to school? Trying to think feels like swimming in molasses.
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