Carl mentioned Friday that he'd felt a little "uncomfortable" for a couple of days and tagged along with me to the heart doctor for the Protime blood test I needed. I mentioned it to the nurse and she immediately abandonned me in the dust and called an army of folks around to deal with Carl.
They performed some typical heart tests and immediately dispatched him to the hospital for an angioplasty. The result was three stents implanted in one of his heart arteries on the spot.
He's fine. He's home. I only had to sleep alone for one night, but still.
Carl is a stoic, but he still claims the discomfort was only about a three on the infamous one-to-ten pain scale. I was ready to launch into him for not stepping forward sooner and accused him of probably not having gone had I not needed to. He assured me he would have gone.
His doctor's parting shot was, however, "Next time, come in earlier." Fur shure he better.