Wife has been dealing with some health struggles. Nagging nausea, insomnia, etc etc - it's been a whole journey that landed on gallstones. She had her gallbladder out Wednesday. Hopefully that solves the main problem. On Friday afternoon, we were at our 2 year old's preschool Christmas pageant. Obviously wfie is still a bit fragile two days out of surgery. Before it all kicks off, she starts talking about her chest hurting, it feels like something is sitting on her chest, she's having difficulty breathing, at this point I'm walking her to the front of this church where this thing is happening and noticing where the defibrillators and dialing 911. Soon there's a firetruck in front of the church with lights flashing, wife is still struggling on the couch with paramedics all around her working on her, I'm kinda pacing around on the periphery thinking through all the problems I need to head off or whatever they might need or information that may be missing etc, and then a church lady appears on my periphery doing the kinda "hey i'm being polite but let me get your attention" movement. I look at her and she asks
"Is everything OK?"
wife is fine, in the hospital, things will be ok, probably a stone got loose or her liver got knicked or something, my weekend has sucked, I know that this lady was trying to be helpful and is surely a nice person but fuck if I had laser eyes she'd be a pile of ash. I think I just said "No" and gestured at the evidence.