75% collapsed lung...WHAT??

So here's the story...Jimmy came home from work Tuesday and told me that he picked up his [really heavy]tool bag today and something on the left side of his chest felt like it sort of popped. I figured he had pulled a muscle but he said he was short of breath a little bit. When he would try to take a deep breath in he would start coughing. He described it as feeling like he had a collapsed lung, lol, little did we know that's actually what it was! He mowed the lawn before I went to work that afternoon. He could only sleep on one side that night. Wednesday morning I was trying to get him to go to the chiropractor. He decided to go to work but his boss told him he should go to the doctor. He went to the urgent care and they took an x-ray. The doctor came back and told Jimmy that he did in fact have a collapsed lung. They would do another x-ray and if it was less than 15% collapsed he would be able to go home and let it heal on its own. The doctor came in after the second x-ray and said it was 75% collapsed and that he needed to get to the ER soon so that they could put a tube in to re-inflate his lung!

Jimmy mowing the lawn with a collapsed lung!

Once they got us back in a room at the ER the nurses came in and immediately got to work inserting the tube in chest. I had Lennon with me so we went and sat in the family room. I was very freaked out at that point because I do not trust hospitals. I used to think hospitals were about the safest place you could be but I'm smarter than that now. This horrible thought would not get out of my head that they were going to make a mistake while putting in the tube. Everything I heard over the intercom, "could doctor so and so please come to room ### to assist doctor so and so," "we need a blah, blah, blah in room ###" made the situation worse because of course I didn't think to look and see what room they had taken Jimmy in so I had no idea if everything was okay. Talk about a LOOOOONG 30 minutes. After a few hours in the ER they moved him upstairs to a room where he had to stay for 24 hours. I couldn't stay the night with him because Lennon is still nursing and I didn't have anyone to watch the boys over night anyways. I felt really bad leaving Jimmy alone in the hospital. It is only the second night we have ever spent away from each other in the nine years we have lived together.       

Jimmy in the hospital with a tube in his chest high on morphine and percocets, lol, in case you couldn't tell : )

Jimmy had pneumonia when he was 10 and there was scar tissue on his left lung. They think that was probably the weak spot and called the whole thing a Spontaneous Pneumothorax. We finally got home around 3pm on Thursday and Jimmy is doing good just sore.