I just had a meltdown at work.
(Dad went in the hospital yesterday for an angioplasty to open a blockage and place a stent, which went great, but then he called me this morning and said that he had pain overnight for 2 hours that felt like a heart attack. They ran EKGs, blood tests, even a CT scan, and all the tests showed that he did NOT have a heart attack. This morning, his cardiologist looked at the tests, said the same thing, no heart attack, you can go home. She said the pain was likely from the stent expanding to its full width.
Then Dad called me back an hour later, and said that his cardiologist wants him to stay until this afternoon, so they can run another set of tests. When she saw him this morning, she *hadn't* looked at a second set of blood tests they ran at 6 a.m., and she said that the 6 a.m. results "looked different"* from the overnight results, which could mean heart attack.
*"Looked different" is my dad's quote, and, I'm 99% sure, not the cardiologist's actual diagnosis.)
Anyway. After talked to Dad the second time, I hung up and thought, "Okay, he's fine, if he did have/is having a heart attack, he's in the best possible place." And despite that, all I could think after THAT was, "I can't take this. I just can't take this."
And so I had a wee (big) meltdown and went in the bathroom and cried until I felt calmer. And when I came back to my desk, all red-eyed and puffy, nobody asked me if I was okay. Nobody. Four of us share one phone, so I know they heard me on the phone. Plus they all know my dad's cardiac roller-coaster history.
Nobody said *anything,* actually. Not one word.
And I feel like a big baby and hugely self-entitled bitch from hell for being annoyed and a little hurt that nobody said anything when I'm obviously upset.
Am I being self-entitled and evil?