The other night John mentioned that he was having some pain and numbness in his leg. He didn't remember injuring himself and neither of us could figure out what it might be. Yesterday he called me asking to make an appointment with our family doctor to get it checked out because it felt worse. I called and tried to make an appointment for him for Thursday, but the nurse said "You don't want to wait that long. He needs to come in today". Effectively scaring the living shit out of me. I called John and gave him a lecture about how I don't care if he has meetings and it's an inconvenient time to go to the doctor, because it would be a whole hell of a lot more inconvenient if he DIED. So get your butt to the office NOW!
I nervously waited at home for an update from John after his appointment. I passed the time reading terrifying articles on PAD and Diabetes (he's not even diabetic) on Webmd. By the time John called me I'd researched angioplasty, bypass surgery and amputation. I'd imagined him dying from heart disease and I had a speech prepared to assure him that me and the boys would be fine and I would make sure they would know who their father was. I spent about ten minutes gazing lovingly at our wedding photos and crying. I did some preliminary math in my head and determined that John's life insurance could provide for us if I sold the house and bought a small condo. By the time the phone rang, I was trying to keep it together because even though I'd be a widow at the young age of 30, I had to be strong for the sake of our sons.
Turns out John's fine. He apparently strained a muscle while doing his Tae Bo workout and it's pinched his sciatic nerve. No amputation or bypass surgery necessary, just a few weeks of physical therapy. I was so relieved that he was going to live it took me quite a while to feel stupid about how throughly I'd overreacted.
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