ImememeN, my dad seems okay. They let him go home, since the nuclear stress test machine was down, and he's going to see his own doctor on Thursday. He sounds very sober about the whole thing, and I think it scared him, but not enough not to grumble about getting no sleep in the hospital last night, and the rude nurse who turned all the lights on at 3 a.m. to take his blood pressure, frabbish, frabbish...
Excellent on him being okay!!! And I had the same "I couldn't sleep last night b/c of all the people coming in and out all night to take my vital signs," conversation with my dad just 2 hours ago.
Cardiac Dads are all the same, it seems.
ImememeN, my dad seems okay. They let him go home, since the nuclear stress test machine was down, and he's going to see his own doctor on Thursday. He sounds very sober about the whole thing, and I think it scared him, but not enough not to grumble about getting no sleep in the hospital last night, and the rude nurse who turned all the lights on at 3 a.m. to take his blood pressure, frabbish, frabbish...
Sheeesh. Did they give him any Nitro or anything, in case he has more angina? I'm glad he's okay (and a teensy bit glad he's scared if it will make him more careful). I'm glad he's grumbling, too.
VW -- GET OUT OF HERE!
They had him on a nitro drip yesterday/last night, and did not give him anything to go home with, but he hasn't had any more pain. Plus, he's home, and their hospital is about four blocks away, so if something happens, I'm sure he'll be fine.
Cardiac Dads are all the same, it seems.
There could be T-shirts. Daughters of Cardiac Dads!
I think we decide it means they are well adjusted and secure in our love. *Sniff*
Yes. And if Aidan hadn't been total clingwrap on his first day, I would be distraught, but he was, and now he likes it, which is good. On Sunday he threw a screaming fit because he couldn't go to school (and if I'm repeating myself, I'm sorry. I can't seem to recall what I've actually posted and what I've just tried to post).
I have no idea what to cook for dinner. Frustrating.
There could be T-shirts. Daughters of Cardiac Dads!
The graphic would be of a stick figure of a girl shaking her fist, standing over a stick figure with a prominent heart that has a frowny face on it.
At least, *my* t-shirt would.
I'm probably making Tacos for dinner.
I'm probably making Tacos for dinner.
The Empress finds this therapudic.
The graphic would be of a stick figure of a girl shaking her fist, standing over a stick figure with a prominent heart that has a frowny face on it.
Bwah!
We're having leftover ham and homemade macaroni and cheese. At least, according to Stephen, who does the cooking.
If I were cooking we'd be ordering pizza because a) I don't cook that well, and b) I'm having a major pizza jones.
The Empress finds this therapudic.
It's the eating of Tacos I find therpudic. (theraputic?)
My dad is a hypochondriac. Sometimes, I wish he'd miss a symptom. Seriously.
Not that I'm not feeling for DOCD.
