This afternoon we went out for a bit: to Lowe's for bird suet and to Food Lion for the odds & ends we forgot yesterday. As I was waiting at the register at the grocery store, th'Mr, as always, said he'd go get the truck and pull it around to the front of the store. So, when I got out of the store and he wasn't waiting where he usually does, I looked through the parking lot and saw his truck in the ditch at the far end!
He'd passed out, hit another car, and went in the ditch.
Nobody in the other car was hurt, but he has a bruise on his cheekbone where he may have hit the steering wheel.
He's in the local hospital ICU overnight.
They don't think it was his sugar. His pulse was 30bpm. They think he may need a pacemaker.
I'm tired of being scared like this. He promises to take better care of himself when this is over, without "making" me nag him to do it. I hated to leave him at the hospital, but I'm tired and scared and weepy and was not doing him or myself any good by staying there.
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