I detest the frequency with which I make these announcements

Jan 29, 2008 12:23

So my dad had a heart attack. A mild one, and his life isn't in danger-- he didn't even realize it was happening. He went to the hospital on Saturday because he was getting the typical signs that he had another infection (hacking cough, fever, poor sleep, etc.) and after the blood work came back, they were all "Well, you do have pleurisy or some such chest infection. Oh yeah and we think you probably had a heart attack within the past 48 hours." What? What? It sounds pretty heartless, but I think I laughed. Because seriously, what the fuck? Sure, pile on a goddamn heart attack, because what else can possibly happen to my family? We're running out of things to go wrong.

He's doing all right now. The chest infection is causing him more problems than his heart is, at least for the time being. He's in a lot of pain and he can't talk too much or his diaphragm spasms, but he's stable. He's going for an angiogram sometime this week to assess the extent of the damage to his heart. Last time he had one (about two years ago) the graft from his double bypass was still holding strong after sixteen years, so I doubt he'll be too badly off.

I, on the other hand, am starting to realize that I might not actually be handling all of this shit in my typical Vulcan fashion. Time to bite the bullet and get myself into therapy, I think.

family, oh jesus god what now

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