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So I get home from class yesterday about 11:30am and I knew right away something was wrong. My brother's work stuff was on the washer, but he wasn't there. I knew he went to work that morning because we left about the same time. I walk in and my mom says don't take your shoes off we've got to go. They rushed my grandfather to the hospital about an hour or so earlier because he was having chest pains. So i started crying right away. You have to understand that previous to this my grandpa has had 4 heart attacks, a triple bypass, and two stents put in his arteries. There really isn't much of his heart left, maybe about 1/4 that works okay, so I was so scared that this would be a bad one. Got to Fairview in record time. I'm kinda pissed because my mom didn't call me while i was in class and tell me to come home, but she didn't want me doing 90mph all the way home. The nurse said it didn't look like it was a heart attack, but they were doing more tests and blood work every hour. Well yeah some of the tests came back abnormal so they sent him to the cath lab immediately. We waited and waited and waited and wow what do you know, no one ever came to talk to us or tell us what was going on. After two hours of waiting we grabbed someone and asked. They brought us to another room and made us wait another 30 minutes then they tell us he's been out of the cath lab for an hour and in a room....WTF?? The doc didn't even come out to talk to us. Anyway they had to put a stent in one of his arteries because it was 95% blocked, a result of scar tissue. Now his heart rate is really low so they want to talk to him about putting a fibulator(sp?) in his chest incase this happens again or his heart rate gets too low, it was only 40 last night and they had to wake him. My poor grandmother is in bits and i feel so bad for her. I think he's gonna be okay, he's already talking about going back to work lol. We'll have to see how things go i guess.