Called out of school yesterday to go to Tom's school because he almost passed out in the office. Ambulance and everything! He was being all guy-like and everything but his boss and I decided to take over (lol) and had the (very cute) paramedics take him to the ER.
Many tests and a few hours later they found nothing but wanted him to stay overnight. My theory (based solely on my innate intelligence and knowing Tom since we were 18) is he didn't eat all morning, he had PT for his shoulder before school and worked out and basically he hasn't eaten well for weeks. He kind of agrees with me but he thinks it is wimpy diagnosis, lol.
So, that got me out of work for the afternoon but then we had about 50 phone calls, texts and emails inquiring whether he was alive or not. Lovely of everyone to care, but I feel like a broken record.
Part of our deal about leaving the hospital AMA (I've always wanted to do that-so dramatic!) was that he had to eat real food all weekend and no working out...so, where should we go for dinner tonight?
Some of these "moments" are not dull, huh?