Trina

Well,
walking out of church this evening and my mom is rushing up to me, then points over by the door leading upstairs to the children's department. My wife is sitting down on the ground, leaning against the building and clutching her chest.
See, she's been having cholesterol problems lately, or more like it, they have been developing for a while. She has had some pains in the past and the doctors have told her if she doesn't control her intake, they are going to have to control it with medication.
So there she is. I come up to her and ask her how bad it is. She doesn't talk much. I do say that she needs to spend most of the day tomorrow in bed. This may be possible since Dianne is off tomorrow. We talk, others talk around us, including a nurse and someone else with some medical experience, and it is determined that she needs to go to the hospital. So I call Dianne.
In our house it usually ends up being that whoever needs to go to the hospital, I'll end up staying here at the house to take care of the kids and get them to bed. This is two fold. Trina hates me in hospitals as much as I dislike being there. Secondly, if they get back early enough, I can still get to sleep and go to work tomorrow (although I'm already thinking I'm going to have to call off tomorrow.) It is normal at this point. Dianne has more sick time on the books than I do, although with her already on vacation tomorrow, it makes a lot more sense.
I think everyone thought it weird that I didn't take her to the hospital and instead let Dianne take her. We have our routine. I think Trina does prefer it this way.
So, if you read this tonight, pray for Trina. If you read it tomorrow, pray for her some more. We need a healthy Trina around the house. She's too great of a mom and wife to be sick.