Holy Shit guys
So today is Sean's (my brother) birthday and I called the house to see about dinner plans. Sean answered the phone and was like "yeah, I don't know about dinner. Mom had to take Dad to the hospital." (My dad is in town) and I was like "Why?" thinking maybe he'd popped one of his hernia stitches or something. Sean says "Mom thinks he had a heart attack," and I was like "WHAT?!"
Apparently last night when they were driving back from San Antonio my dad felt really dizzy/nauseous/like he was going to pass out and he'd been having left neck pain all day so my mom thought he was having/had a heart attack. The EKG didn't show anything though, and my dad sounded fine when I talked to him, but they are still doing a few more tests.
But oh my goooosh, I just about died. My poor dad!
ETA: He's fine, thank goodness, and we went to dinner at Chez Zee. Buut he is going in for a stress test tomorrow and is seeing another cardiologist on Friday. My dad is always having health problems in Austin. No bueno.
Apparently last night when they were driving back from San Antonio my dad felt really dizzy/nauseous/like he was going to pass out and he'd been having left neck pain all day so my mom thought he was having/had a heart attack. The EKG didn't show anything though, and my dad sounded fine when I talked to him, but they are still doing a few more tests.
But oh my goooosh, I just about died. My poor dad!
ETA: He's fine, thank goodness, and we went to dinner at Chez Zee. Buut he is going in for a stress test tomorrow and is seeing another cardiologist on Friday. My dad is always having health problems in Austin. No bueno.