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Shortly after posting my Sunday Post last week, I started in on a pancake buttermilk casserole. I talked to my mom while I was setting up and starting the mixes. After I was finished and we’d eaten, she called again. Not unusual that she forgets something, but this call was different.
My dad suffered a massive heart attack. He was in town and was on his way home when he started having chest pains. He wasn’t far from the police station, so he went there and they called for an ambulance. This was about 11:30. Thank God he did so because what the EMTs told my mother was not where my dad ended up. We didn’t get to my dad until 3:00 after going to two hospitals and freaking out nurses and employees when they couldn’t find my dad – after telling us he was in a certain room that was occupied by a little old black lady. And I wanted to know where the fuck my dad was. The Man was smart enough to have me call the police dispatch because they have to keep a record of it. What the EMTs told my mom and what they told the PD were not the same.
The LAD artery that comes from the heart and supplies the majority of blood was 100% blocked. This is the heart attack called The Widowmaker. After about 5 minutes in the ambulance, my dad said they gave him nitro under his tongue all the way to the hospital. He went into emergency surgery. They cleared the blockage and inserted a stent. A lot of people asked if my dad was awake at the time they found out and if he had been conscious through it. Yes, he was conscious the entire time and awake the entire time. The cardiologist marveled that my dad was alive, as he shouldn’t have been. I attribute it to his good health and the constant nitro to keep everything open until they arrived at the hospital. This was caused by smoking, which is the leading cause of heart disease and heart failure, we were told. He has to stop smoking, which he can do. He’s done it before for about six years. My mother, on the other hand, is a different story.
I was at the hospital for three days, so I didn’t get much of anything done all week. My dad was more alert on Monday after the anesthesia had worn off, and was grumbling about being uncomfortable in the hospital bed. My brothers were agitating my dad by blasting inappropriate videos on their phones all day. My mother and I had a big fight and she wouldn’t come back to the room for over 4 hours. She wouldn’t answer my questions, but she couldn’t not listen to me. When I got home that day I was so upset and emotional about The Man’s dad, my dad, my brothers’ rudeness, my mom’s behavior that I literally could do nothing but lay in the darkened bedroom and focus on breathing. They released my dad on Tuesday at 5:00 pm. He goes back to the cardiologist next week and can go back to work after that with very limited, light duty. He has to do 6-18 weeks of cardiac and occupational therapy, depending on his progress. That is going to be the battle. Please keep praying, sending good thoughts and good vibes.
On Wednesday I discovered my credit card had been used to file a wireless insurance claim. Someone in Louisville, Kentucky had my information and filed it through Verizon, which I never used my credit card with. I had only used it at the hospital and one gas station – one I trusted. I am convinced the gas station was how it happened because nearly all the pumps (over 20) had out of service bags on the handles, directing you to only about 4 pumps. When The Man and I stopped there later in the week, he asked them about their pumps because the computers on some of them weren’t working. The attendant said their systems had been compromised, but wouldn’t say anything more. My CC company was great and sent me a new card the following day. Verizon told me the person who filed the claim would have a really hard time doing business with them anymore and the several-hundred-dollar amount will be refunded to me following the investigation.
The Man and I took his dad to this little furniture museum a few towns away later that day, and it was incredible. It was focused on the German immigration to Texas and the director was incredibly knowledgeable. We got more than just a tour! We all marveled at the incredibly steep, entirely straight up staircase in the house. We had to go one at a time. It wasn’t so bad going up it, but I was TERRIFIED to go back down. I would have been happy staying up in that 90-degree attic (even with AC!).
On Thursday afternoon The Man’s dad flew home, and later today we are supposed to be setting him up to do Skype or something similar. I finally took the box of things I wanted to recoup some money from to a consignment shop. Y’all – I have never felt so judged or criticized in all my life than when I was standing for over an hour in this church-run shop while this one elderly lady inventoried my items and would only accept about 15 of them. Steve Madden purses aren’t good enough for them!
This was the breakfast I was making right before my mom called the second time.
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