Of course, the doctor told him they were classic heart attack symptoms and he needed to get to the hospital.
Ah, the frustration of doctors. How old is your Dad, Deena?
Hopefully the damage is minor, if any. They can do amazing things these days.
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Of course, the doctor told him they were classic heart attack symptoms and he needed to get to the hospital.
Ah, the frustration of doctors. How old is your Dad, Deena?
Hopefully the damage is minor, if any. They can do amazing things these days.
Good thing your mom *is* fierce, Deena. And I'm glad it looks like your dad will be okay.
Ouch ouch ouch.
Oooh, that hurts. Yes to the ibuprofen, and gentle stretching. And maybe a long hot bath tonight before you have to work the wedding tomorrow?
Good for your mom, Deena. I'm glad she got your dad into the hospital so quickly.
And maybe a long hot bath tonight before you have to work the wedding tomorrow?
A long hot shower I can manage--our tub isn't at all comfortable for baths. And I'm debating whether it's slacking to grab a bunch of able-bodied young ushers at the beginning of the rehearsal and get them to shift the communion table, choir chairs, and various other bits of heavy lifting for me. Because I'm paid to take care of such things, but I'm also paid for knowledge and patience, and I think I've amply demonstrated both already.
She can be fierce.
More power to her!
Not slacking, Susan, sensible.
And I'm debating whether it's slacking to grab a bunch of able-bodied young ushers
Uh, that would be a resounding no. Not slacking at all.
And I'm debating whether it's slacking to grab a bunch of able-bodied young ushers at the beginning of the rehearsal and get them to shift the communion table, choir chairs, and various other bits of heavy lifting for me
That sounds perfectly reasonable to me, Susan. In fact, that might be what able-bodied young ushers are for.
I figured it out last night. Dad will be 70 in June. That just doesn't seem right. He's always active and busy and building things, doing things, helping people. He's not supposed to be that old.
While telling me about the wonders of the hospital Dad's in, she told me she loves their mammogram dept. because they always treat her like a queen when she goes in -- which reminded her that they found a lump oh, about 3 months ago or so, and she really needed to get that checked. She didn't think it was cancerous or anything, but she supposed she should go ahead and follow up on it. Man... She had me spluttering. I asked if they knew it was a cyst or what, and she said, "Oh, or something like that. I've had it a long time and it's not bothering me." Argh.
Susan, I agree with the gentle stretches and the hot bath and the ibuprofen. Though, I'm betting ita would say to ice it.
I was gonna say ice too. It'll take down the inflamation better.