I found out last night on Monday when Mike went onto the roof to cover the swamp cooler he had some pain and breathing issues. He never told me. Tuesday he appeared fine. Well yesterday when I got home from work he was not well at all and I couldn't for the life of me get him to the hospital. I could hear his labored breathing 3 rooms away. Once again I begged and pleaded with him when I found him sitting up in bed with 5 pillows behind his head. He refused. I sat up and listened to his breathing all night. Exausted this morning both of of he starting talking doomsday stuff. And I started talking turkey. I am in the funeral business and the last thing I need is to have Mike a coroner case and he was just being pigheaded stubborn. Well my last words as I left the house were I'm 6 minutes from home please call me when you decide to go to the hospital and I will come and get you. Five minutes after I left the house he got into the car and drove himself 20 minutes to the emergency room. I got a call from him saying guess what babe my lungs are fine but I have some heart issues. I ask did you have a heart attack he says I dont' know. I ask where are you he says in the hospital. I ask again no but where are you. He said the hospital. NO Mike what hospital? He told me where he was and I said OK I'm on the way. He said don't leave work I'll call you they say I have to stay over night. I picked up my purse and drove like a maniac. As I was signing in with security I heard a Cardiac Code Team, Emergency Dept bed 19 stat! . I had no idea what bed he was in but just knew. And sure enough as I arrived to the curtain.....the team was coming from everywhere. They were ripping his clothes off of him just as I stepped inside. A chaplain came and spoke to me. She asked about me and if I was OK and then explained she was there to be with me until he was stable. And all h e l l was breaking lose in the room because they gave him nitro and he bottomed out his BP. They were putting the defib pads on him, wires everywhere electrodes. They were pushing drugs like crazy. He had 4 males nurses, a cardiac care nurse, a cath lab nurse and 2 doctor's working on him. A nurse came over and told me they called the stat because of his BP but they needed the cath lab cleared immediately. That as soon as they pushed all of these drugs and got him on a line he was going directly to cath lab to have dye injected to see where the blockage was. But she told me, he had a heart attack within the last 3 days. ayep....the minute I heard that he had a problem on the roof, which ZI never heard about until last night, I was worried about that. So the nurse asked if it would bother me to go inside and I said h e ll no you can't keep me out of there and I went in. Mike says hey babe see you always tell me I don't have a heart but I must because they say it's broken. Of course everyone is like I can't believe he is joking. But he kept joking and wouldn't stop. I finally asked the doctor if he could sedate him. LOL The doctor was explaining eveything to me. And then as soon as all drugs were onboard we practically ran to the cath lab which they had emptied out because of him. I waited about one hour and the cardiologist came out and told me he had a substantial blockage of the central artery to his heart and that he was already on the table having angioplasti. About 40 minutes later another cardiologist came out told me they had successfully placed a stint and that he is fine. He also told me it was collapsed almost completely and that it wasn't plaque it was probably something he was born with. Imagine that? He turns 60 next month and never has it been detected. I walked down to CCU when they wheeled him down, and talked and sat with him until they medicated him for pain. And then I left. I'm on my way back now. He is one very lucky man. He looked better and they say if he maintains his blood pressure and doesn't start throwing PVC's he can come home tomorrow. The follow up EKG's have looked good. The one thing they are concerned about is they gave him a huge dose of coumadin and it really thinned his blood. I don't know how they measure it but it was huge according to the nurse in the 10,000 somethings. So the groin had to have a pressure dressing because the sutures were not stopping the bleeding. They feel he is going to be OK. Thank God. When he is feeling better I'm going to slap him silly.