Dunkin Donuts scratch game, you lied
Jim (mom's husband) had a heart attack today. He woke up with chest pains, and when he called work to tell them he wasn't coming in someone told him to call his doctor. His doctor told him to get his ass to the ER. My mom rushed home from work to drive him, and said he was white as a sheet and having a hard time breathing.
Apparently he had the actual heart attack in the middle of them putting in the stent. He's 43 years old. My poor mother is a wreck. She just called to give me a final update, and said this is the first night in over 15 years she's been completely home alone. Neither of my brothers are home.
He'll spend the rest of the night in the ICU, get moved to a room tomorrow, and hopefully home by Monday or Tuesday. Fortunately he is in good spirits. When I went to Vegas for their wedding the three of us discussed what Jim would be called now that they were married. They've been together for over ten years, and we all love Jim, but he's never tried to assume a step-father kind of role. My mom brought up that my children will know him as their grandfather, but Jim said he will never be old enough to be a grandfather. So, in drunken wisdom, he crowned himself Jiffy-Pop.
Weak and mumbling, I could hear him in the background insisting that now that he has something artificial in his heart, he would like to change his name to Robo-Pop.
Apparently he had the actual heart attack in the middle of them putting in the stent. He's 43 years old. My poor mother is a wreck. She just called to give me a final update, and said this is the first night in over 15 years she's been completely home alone. Neither of my brothers are home.
He'll spend the rest of the night in the ICU, get moved to a room tomorrow, and hopefully home by Monday or Tuesday. Fortunately he is in good spirits. When I went to Vegas for their wedding the three of us discussed what Jim would be called now that they were married. They've been together for over ten years, and we all love Jim, but he's never tried to assume a step-father kind of role. My mom brought up that my children will know him as their grandfather, but Jim said he will never be old enough to be a grandfather. So, in drunken wisdom, he crowned himself Jiffy-Pop.
Weak and mumbling, I could hear him in the background insisting that now that he has something artificial in his heart, he would like to change his name to Robo-Pop.