This all happened to me on Wednesday night. Eric called to let me know he'd been rushed to the hospital from work and he wasn't sure what happened or how long they were going to be keeping him, and they found something messed up with his heart and yadda yadda yadda. They ran a bunch of tests and he goes back to see the doctor on Tuesday to hopefully get some results.
The next day he went for more bloodwork and another EKG and he has to go back to get the results tomorrow but for now he's been off until those answers come in (though we all know how easily answers come don't we??). He said this was genuinely the first time he actually thought he was dying and during those thoughts he didn't think of me (the love of his life) he thought about what a raw deal he was getting by dying on the floor of John Deere with a bunch of people he doesn't really care for hovering around him instead of the send off my dad got (surrounded by those that were most important to him). He's decided that's the way he wants to go now too. Don't we all? And in true Eric fashion this whole experience couldn't go by without a photo op.