Just when you thought it was safe...

Sunday morning, I picked out the perfect Hawaiian vacation. It's a cute hotel, on teh beach in Waikiki, coudn;t be better. We decided that we NEED to get away and a few days on the beach sounded like the perfect thing. Then Russ mentioned that his left hand had become numb. We decided to wait a few hours to see if it got better. After lunch, he started not feeling well at all. Then by 1, he made the call: Let's go to the emergency room! At 3:30, he had a preliminary screening. His blood pressure was 195 over 110. Impossible for someone who runs 30 miles a week. They were concerned. And with the numbness, a stroke was a possibility. So, they admitted him. This was 8pm. I ran home, fed the cats and explained to Duncan that now it is Russ' turn to be in the hospital. Paxton was indifferent as always. He's a good cat - he just goes with the flow. Good thing I didn't book the vacation, I thought. If he has any sign of stoke he can't fly. I spent the first night ever in a hospital that night, as did Russ. We had no idea how noisey those things get at night. Hospitals are not made for sleeping. There were doctors and nurses coming in and out at all hours. Yesterday, more tests. MRI, ultrasound, echo cardiogram. All negative, which is good. But the numb hand has everyone stumped. So we stayed again last night. Poor Russ finally slept because they gave him a sedative for the MRI. Here I am at home trying to catch up on things, care for the cats, etc. Duncan keeps throwing up this morning. I may have to take him to HIS hospital later if he can't hold down food. I'm going to take a nap for now though. I'm tired and I can't type properly. More later, I promise.