Today was a day I have dreaded for a long time. The phone rang at about 6.00pm. It was Ash, my younger sister. Her opening line was " Ok, don´t panic..but...Dads been taken into hospital with chest pains" The last time I heard that opener was 7 years ago, in Spain at 10.00am. That time it was my Dad on the phone telling me that my mum had been rushed into hospital with a heart attack, but not to panic. A day later, I no longer had a mum!! That's such a dumb thing to say, the first thing you do is panic! Anyway, we were mid way through dinner, so we finished and headed off to Southport. Picked up my sisters en route to the hospital. To be honest Dad looked fine, he just kept getting a little weepy because he was worried and like everyone over the age of 70ish , despite pretending to be ok with the idea of dying, when push comes to shove we are all scared of leaving.They hadn't found out what was wrong. There was talk of blood clots and heart attacks but the tests hadn't shown anything conclusive so they started him on injections in case it was a blood clot.
After 6 days and numerous tests, they decided he has had a mild heart attack and have finally sent him home with lots of tablets. I don't think it was caused by anything physical, he just stresses out over really insignificant things. He is aware of this and says he will try and chill out a bit. So with meds and lots of TLC from us all, he will be back to full strength again soon. Love you Dad x
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