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So on Sunday we were in Lowe's getting some stuff to organize the house better, like redoing Daniel/Lucy's closet, when I got a phone call from my stepmother. She said my Dad was in the hospital down in NC near their vacation home because his blood pressure went way up and he had chest pains. All they knew at that point was that it was not a heart attack, but they couldn't tell what had happened. I was understandably really upset, especially since he was seven hours away and I felt totally helpless. I stayed in touch for the day or so as they did more tests to try to pinpoint the problem (and almost killed him by giving him too much nitroglycerin). My stepmother lobbied to be able to bring him back up here to the Cardiac Care unit at Reston Hospital, which is exactly what is happening. They released him last night with all of his records and tests and they are driving home so he can see the cardiologist here for a stress test. At this point, they are thinking he has a blockage of some sort. It scares me to think he may need surgery, but at least if he does he will be up here.
The whole episode was just a really frightening reminder that someday my parents won't be here. You don't really tend to think of your parents as getting older or dying, but it has to happen eventually. Of course, it didn't help my pregnancy panic issues any, but I'm glad things are kind of okay.
The whole episode was just a really frightening reminder that someday my parents won't be here. You don't really tend to think of your parents as getting older or dying, but it has to happen eventually. Of course, it didn't help my pregnancy panic issues any, but I'm glad things are kind of okay.