Mar 09, 2008 11:21
My mother called this morning.
I hate. hate. conversations that start with "____ is fine, but"
My dad is in the hospital. He had a very minor heart attack at some point this week (he had been having back pain since Wednesday, but decided that he better get it checked out last night). They gave him a little helicopter ride to Duluth and put in a stint late last night. He's apparently doing fine and will get released tomorrow or early Tuesday. I can't help being upset and worried though.
It's been a really rough week. Hopefully the universe is done making me suffer.