This morning my sis and I had to literally drag my dad to the hospital….he was having a heart attack. It is his approximately 20th heart attack. He is not a big fan of going to the hospital, in fact he will go for days having chest pains, masking the pain with squirts of nitro under his tounge until he can no longer stand the pain and ends up…in the ER. Today was that day.
And of course my brothers are out of town, which is usually the case when a medical emergency happens with either of my parents. The scary part is that it has not even been two years since mom passed away. This is christmas number 2 without her. So, having dad sick is a bit scary. It makes you realize how fragile life is and how things can take a turn so quickly.
It took calls to all his cardio doctors telling him that he had to go to the ER before we could drag him out to the hospital. I think the thing that really got him out the door was the threat to call 911 and an ambulance ride. Once at the hospital he was glad he was there. It was then that the real dad kicked in. He began telling the nurses that if my sister and I had listened to him he would have been in the ER much much, earlier….what a funny guy!
the first thing he wanted whne he got into the room was a wash cloth to wash under his arms cuz he thought he stunk….”Dad” I said, “I don’t think they care. You just need to get your heart under control.” But he insisted on washing his pits…..unbelieveable! And so typical dad.
So, it will be another Merry Christmas with dad recovering from a heart problem and all of us being thankful that he is still with us to celebrate! Amazing howthings change from one day to the next!