Got to the hospital ugly-early, they recommended I go home because I wasn’t going to see him at all for the next several hours anyway, he told me to go take a nap, so I did. Which helped a lot.
Immediately after the doctor messaged a few hours later to say the ablation had gone well and he had tested negative for other problems, yay…
…I heard someone trying the front door. What?! Like he’d skipped out on the whole shebang and Ubered home? I don’t think so!
Next, the doorbell rang. I saw the young man, I don’t think he saw me, and I don’t open my door to unexpected strange men. Especially not one who tried to get in before he tried to ask to.
He jimmied the doorknob again.
I picked up the phone and called the cops and AT&T committed the hell of killing my landline dead just as the 911 operator picked up: from working to “Check tel line.” I grabbed my cellphone. The cop was at my door within two minutes.
I told her that after that, I saw him going up to the door of the house across the street but the angle is such that I can’t see if he went in and I didn’t see him after that.
The neighbor next door came out and said he’d come up to their door too.
Just then, there was the neighbor across the street.
She said he was her pest control guy. She was horrified that he’d tried to walk in unannounced, but since she’d vouched for who he was and he hadn’t actually gotten into my house, the cop decided we were good and left.
Went back to the hospital to keep my sweetie company for several more hours of observation on their part and found he’d gotten a message that someone dear to us got hard news today–but it could still be benign.
Bleep all of that that needed to be bleeped. We headed to a local ice cream shop that makes all their own from scratch and now has Indian immigrant owners and got (oh look what they have now!) Alphonso mango milkshakes. Two. Size large, and I never order large, but I did.
So good. Totally rescued us. That, and having him home, safe and sound.