Just spent the entire day in the hospital worried that my husband might have had a heart attack or stroke.

Today is my husband’s birthday, he’s 32. He was gifted a week off work and we had plans to paint our living room, kitchen, and dining room. We woke up early, made coffee and breakfast and just sat in the silence of the morning for a while before getting things done. He asked me how I was doing and I told him I was a little worried about him because he had a history of health issues. He said he understood and would get his heart checked at his upcoming appointment. With that, he stood up, kissed me on the cheek and walked to the garage to get the paint and supplies. He never came back. I thought maybe he was just being slow but then I heard him make a strange noise so I went outside into our backyard that is next to the garage and he was on the ground. I immediately started screaming for help, and screamed at him to wake up. He was making strange breathing noises, his body kept twitching and he had white stuff coming out of his nose. I got someone to help me get him into his car and to the hospital. <br><br>I was so panicked and just watched him in the backseat the entire time, praying he would be okay. When we got to the hospital they wouldn’t let me in because of covid and I had to wait outside for someone to come out and take down my info and get me a test. I just remember sitting in the cold, crying and praying and wishing that I could have done something differently. <br><br>They let me into his room a while later. The sight of him on that table just broke my heart. They had him hooked up to so many machines and there were two nurses cleaning his noose and mouth. His eyes were closed and I couldn’t see him breathing but the machines said he was okay. I got to talk to him, I told him how I felt, kissed his forehead and held his hand. I sat there for hours. They took him back for different tests and I never got to see what was happening. I just had to sit and wait. <br><br>After 5 hours they finally let him come back into the room. When they opened the door, I saw him sitting in the bed with oxygen in his nose, looking like his normal self. I started crying when I saw him. I hugged him and held him and just never wanted to let go. He asked me if he had had a stroke or heart attack and I told him I didn’t know. I still don’t know. They said he was okay to go home and they would call him tomorrow with his results. This has been the most terrifying day of my life. I don’t know if he’s okay and I just want him to be happy and healthy, that’s it. I don’t care about anything else. He’s sleeping right now but I just can’t stop thinking about it and what I would have done if he didn’t make it. I just can’t stop crying. Happy birthday baby, I love you more than you’ll ever know.