My mother just called and they are in the emergency room because dad has chest pains. My mother thinks it is acid reflux, but I am freaking the fuck out right about now. I’m also conflicted as to whether I should be worried or pissed off at them because they live down the god damned street from me and this is the first I am hearing about it. She calls me ten times a day to tell me about sports related bullshit that I don’t care about, but then when my 70 year old dad has chest pains it is radio silence? Apparently they, true to Costanza form, argued for an hour about whether they should drive or take the ambulance, so they didn’t have time to call me.
I’m thinking positive and ask you to cross your fingers and toes. I love that man too much to lose him.
*** Update ***
My mother just called, and she doesn’t know any specifics other than he had a mild heart attack. I tried to get her to tell me if they tested for Troponin and the extent of the damage, but none of that made any sense to her. She is staying until they put him in a room, and I am assuming they have him on blood thinners and maybe a mild sedative. I just don’t know. All my medical training was as an EMT and then combat lifesaver training and most of it starts and stops with lidocaine and 2 Pam Chloride. I’m just going to assume that this is the best possible news, but in my book “mild heart attack” is like “slight case of herpes” or “minimal stroke” or “treatable cancer.” None of it is good. Tomorrow they are going to do a cardiac catheterization to examine what is going on and may do a stent. I’ll keep you updated, but I am going to start drinking.