January 11, 2006--a little scare

No run for me tonight, as I planned. I did take a walk this evening (as in I had to walk home from the bus) and took the pooch for her long winter evening walk (meaning it's only about a mile--she's old and arthritic). I thought I could spend a nice evening at home with hubby, especially since he offered to order Chinese food and I wouldn't have to cook.

But during dinner, my sister called. First my home phone, then my mobile. Uh oh. Now the thing is, my grandmother is in the hospital. She has congestive heart "problems" (no one says "failure" which is what it is, because they're afraid to upset me, when I know she could live with CHF for years and they're able to treat it.) Anyway, heart in throat, I grabbed the phone. Sis tells me, now, don't get worried, but Dad was having chest pains and shortness of breath and they're on the way to the hospital. In an ambulance. Ma's with him. She says it's the scallops and fried potatoes...but they wanted to be safe.

So, NOT my grandmother but my dad.

A bit of background: my dad suffered a pretty serious MI in 2003; had to be medivac'd to Boston in the middle of the night for an emergency angioplasty. He had to be resuscitated twice in the helicopter. But he's had a great and very successful recovery....

Anyway, during the next 3 hours, I tried to stay focused on TV and a book; finally sis called again. Dad's heart is a-ok. Turns out, it looks like it's acid reflux/indigestion.

Guess it was the scallops and fried potatoes after all.

Ironically, they're keeping him overnight for observation. He's on the same CU ward as my grandmother. They'll both be released tomorrow.

Yeah, so this puts my crap day at work into perspective. Although I have to admit, does it make me think, oh, thank goodness, I have a nice job with good people and I'm lucky to be healthy, OR should I be thinking, I hate my job and life is too short, I need to find something that makes me happy. Discuss amongst yourselves, dear readers. You know who you are.

LC