Sigh of relief

Things are good this morning. If fact, life is downright perfect.

Yesterday sucked a little.

On Friday my dad was scheduled for his regular appointment with his cardiologist. As required by family history, my dad (and most of his brothers, some of his sisters, and mom) has something going on with his heart. Dad has high cholesterol. A few years ago he had a stent put in an artery.

Yesterday he had another installed.

Both times, thanks be to God, no heart attack and heart damage.

But can we discuss how some men are so stubborn? See Tuesday night when we discussed his appointment, dad pops up and says 'Yeah I'll probably go straight from my appointment to the hospital.' Huh? we all look at him. Apparently he's been having shortness of breath since September. Are you freakin' kidding me?!?

Then yesterday he tells my husband (who totally thank goodness rats him out to the rest of us) that in addition, sometimes he gets a burning in his chest. Mom and I promptly made an executive decision and called his cardiologist behind Dad's back. Note: this is what happens when you act like a five year old with your health...grownups take over.

They ask if he can come in now. Like within forty five minutes. And yes, after an ultrasound, Dr. C decides it's too risky (meaning may cause a heart attack) for him to do even a chemical stress test, so he is immediately taken to the hospital (driven by the doctor's nurse herself--we love Dr. C and his staff--did I mention?) and has the angioplast or whatever done, that results in the stent. One artery (the same as before) had 99% blockage. That's a lot people. The good news is everything else looked great including the previous stent.

He spent the night in the ICU and is recovering well after coming through the procedure with flying colors. He promises to never leave us out of the loop on how bad things are again....mmmm-hmmm. We'll see when he can get out of timeout.