I wish someone could tell me. Because Kip has congestive heart failure. So on occasion his lungs fill up with fluid. Does this mean he is always dying? No. Does this mean that a few times a month he thinks he is dying? Yes.
When Miss Annette leaves town, it freaks him out. So, if there is any little thing wrong, he worries about it. Now, the man is one big stint.
Yesterday, we all put our life on hold for a good hour to ensure that Kip wasn't really dying this time (take note, Miss Annette was out of town). He couldn't decide whether to call an ambulance or not. Or if he wanted someone to take him to the hospital. I was up for driving him to the hospital, luckily, I didn't. The time I would have gotten to the bridge with him, the bridge was turned for a good twenty minutes. I would have had heart failure, and he would have probably decided it would be faster to swim across. Well, come to find out, he had worried himself again. So, instead, while I was sitting at the bridge. I called my EMT friend that I had just passed. He said "Call Kip and tell him to call the damn rescue squad. If they need to take them, they will. If they don't, they won't." (Everyone loves a voice of reason).
Later Melissa called to tell me he was better. "He took a Xanx." Kip. I love the man.
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