So uh, about today.
Today was the last session of my little defensive driving course, we had an exam, and everyone was generally rejoiceful that we would not have to come back again. We had an exam, cupcakes, laughs and plenty of photos, just the "we are the champions" sort of feel...mostly because it was painfully boring. That morning began as most Saturdays this last month have; my father wakes up early, makes eggs, I wake later and eat half of the provided avian abortions, and then get a ride (can't drive stick) to the defensive driving class. I spent a lot of the ride just complaining about my broken headphones, and he suggested that when my return ride comes, we could just hit Target for a pair of $20 Sonys.
So yeah, class goes on, we have our final exam at the end of the day, I'm riding the perfect-score-high...and cupcakes, and then my sister walks in about half an hour early and just says, "Dad had a heart attack, he's fine and stable, but we have to go now."
So yeah, instant crash and blah...apparenlty, his Right Corenary Artery was 100% blocked, and the left had 70% blockage. So, they went through the standard balloon-whatever via the femoral artery, chest x-rays, everything, and apparently despite this condition lasting something around 25 minutes from onset to hospital, he remained conscious and is expected to have a full recovery. But damn, that's some kind of shock... but at least when I got to the hospital around 5pm, we were all able to have a bit of a nervous laugh about it.
The best part was my dad's EKG would start spattering that he was going into tachicardia every time he laughed, so we described it as being a "primitive video game." He'll be in the hospital for the next three days at least, and for one last little ironic bit, he's on the same floor of the same hospital where I was born, so yeah.
So yeah, class goes on, we have our final exam at the end of the day, I'm riding the perfect-score-high...and cupcakes, and then my sister walks in about half an hour early and just says, "Dad had a heart attack, he's fine and stable, but we have to go now."
So yeah, instant crash and blah...apparenlty, his Right Corenary Artery was 100% blocked, and the left had 70% blockage. So, they went through the standard balloon-whatever via the femoral artery, chest x-rays, everything, and apparently despite this condition lasting something around 25 minutes from onset to hospital, he remained conscious and is expected to have a full recovery. But damn, that's some kind of shock... but at least when I got to the hospital around 5pm, we were all able to have a bit of a nervous laugh about it.
The best part was my dad's EKG would start spattering that he was going into tachicardia every time he laughed, so we described it as being a "primitive video game." He'll be in the hospital for the next three days at least, and for one last little ironic bit, he's on the same floor of the same hospital where I was born, so yeah.