Just a bad day
Well, I woke up about noon to my phone ringing. When I picked up, it was Karen, the manager at work. SO, at first there was a fleeting moment of fear, "was I supposed to be in early?," then reality, "No, they probably just want me to come in early." Wrong on both accounts. My dad was trying to get ahold of me and had one of his friends at work call my work to find me. He had been admitted to the hospital for chest pains. Well, in recognition of my short stint as a firefighter and concern, I was awake. dressed, and out the door in about 2 minutes.
WHen I got there he was asleep, but I got the majority of what they knew... which was very little. He'd had some chest and abdominal pains, and the people at school finally convinced him to go in. All the tests they ran showed nothing out of the normal, but being a 49 year-old male on blood pressure medicine, pain medicine, and some kind of heartburn medication (proactive...something with a P) he was definitely a high risk candidate for congestive artery disease (sorry if I make little sense, I'm still kinda dazed). They couldn't do any more tests because of malfunctioning equipment, so they sent him up to Western Baptist in Paducah.
I've called in to work, but I haven't went up to the hosptial. I want to say that it's just because I know he'll be fine and there's not much I can do, but plain and simple I just can't stand hosptials. I don't have a fear, or get sick in them (unless I'm watching someone being worked on), but after spending 12 years in and out, I just can't stand being in them if it's not nesscessary. My last visits have been over an aneuryism, a bladder infection, and when I had blackouts and seizures, pretty much cases that I didn't have a choice because it hurt too much to argue or I didn't have the strength.
I'm worried, because this is the second or third time recently that he's went in for chest pains. Wouldn't you know this would be the weekend that most of the people I talk to are out camping? ~shrugs~ So, I'm doing my best not to think about things; I'm working on laundry and cleaning the house, probably later take a hit or two to ease my nerves, but not enough that I can't drive to Paducah if I need to.
Hmm, I wonder what it's like in Australia?
WHen I got there he was asleep, but I got the majority of what they knew... which was very little. He'd had some chest and abdominal pains, and the people at school finally convinced him to go in. All the tests they ran showed nothing out of the normal, but being a 49 year-old male on blood pressure medicine, pain medicine, and some kind of heartburn medication (proactive...something with a P) he was definitely a high risk candidate for congestive artery disease (sorry if I make little sense, I'm still kinda dazed). They couldn't do any more tests because of malfunctioning equipment, so they sent him up to Western Baptist in Paducah.
I've called in to work, but I haven't went up to the hosptial. I want to say that it's just because I know he'll be fine and there's not much I can do, but plain and simple I just can't stand hosptials. I don't have a fear, or get sick in them (unless I'm watching someone being worked on), but after spending 12 years in and out, I just can't stand being in them if it's not nesscessary. My last visits have been over an aneuryism, a bladder infection, and when I had blackouts and seizures, pretty much cases that I didn't have a choice because it hurt too much to argue or I didn't have the strength.
I'm worried, because this is the second or third time recently that he's went in for chest pains. Wouldn't you know this would be the weekend that most of the people I talk to are out camping? ~shrugs~ So, I'm doing my best not to think about things; I'm working on laundry and cleaning the house, probably later take a hit or two to ease my nerves, but not enough that I can't drive to Paducah if I need to.
Hmm, I wonder what it's like in Australia?