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Willow ,'Bring On The Night'
Spike's Bitches 37: You take the killing for granted.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Watch out for pot pies. There's a country-wide slamonella outbreak linked to Banquet and Con-Agra pot pies.
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That bag looks very GC.
The hospital that Dad is in is close to my office, so, since I hadn't heard from him, I drove over there a little bit ago. He had an angiogram to see what was going on, and it turns out that he had a blood clot, and that's what caused the heart attack.
He was still in the recovery area, and hadn't had a follow-up discussion with his cardiologist, so I can't say this for sure, but it's possible that putting the stent in his blocked vein on Monday led to a clot getting loose and travelling. Fortunately (EXTREMELY so) it didn't result in a stroke or death.
He *will* be having a follow-up discussion with his cardiologist at some point today, so he'll get all the facts eventually.
Short version: he's good. Still in hospital, probably will get to go home tomorrow.
Shorter version: fuck Superman; *my Dad* is the man of steel.
Glad to hear that Steph.
putting the stent in his blocked vein on Monday led to a clot getting loose and travelling.
VERY common occurrence, Teppy. Also, if he's taking drugs to reduce clotting and cholesterol, plaque deposits could be breaking up as well. That triggered several of Hubby's attacks. He dropped his cholesterol hundreds of points, and all the happily attached cholesterol chunks started migrating and looking for places to cause trouble.
Woo hoo! Go Dad of Tep!
slamonella
Sounds like a punk rock version of Cinderella.
Good news on your dad, Steph.
He dropped his cholesterol hundreds of points, and all the happily attached cholesterol chunks started migrating and looking for places to cause trouble.
I'm picturing roving gangs of cholesterol cells, with nunchucks and 2 x 4s with nails in one end, cruising through my dad's veins, yelling, "Let's FUCK SHIT UP!!!"