What a Day

The day started out a little bad - I was going to be late for my physical therapy because they were working on the road in front of the house - and I couldn't get out --- at 7:50 AM! So - I was late. The regular physical therapist wasn't there - he had the misfortune of having some health problems over the weekend and was getting tests. So I had therapy - and it was actually good - the sub did a good job of hurting (helping) me.

I hurried home because I knew I had a work problem that I needed to deal with. As soon as I god home Joe called - they were taking him to the emergency room in an ambulance. He was having chest pain and the cardiologist said to go to the emergency room - in the life squad.

Frankly, I was more pissed than concerned - sorry Joe. I knew he had over-extended himself on Tuesday - in spite of my warning him to take it easy - he had things that needed to get done. Now I had to take time off work - that I might need for Dad - to go to the emergency room with him. What a B*&%h, huh?

So - I'm at the hospital by noon, and I'm already irritated, and I see Joe - grinning so big. I've never seen him so goofily happy. Now I'm REALLY irritated. Turns out they had given him a huge dose of morphine, so he was really stoned.

They decided to do an angiogram - and all is well. His stents are open and flowing well. So that is good. They are keeping him overnight for observation. By 8:30, I felt it was OK to come home.

I spoke to Dad and his PET scan went well. His visit to the primary care physician was also good. She gave him Ambien to sleep at night, and something to help if he gets irritated in the afternoon. He said - something to help when Susan irritates me. The doctor took him off his diabetes medicine, and his anti-depressants. Yesterday he got something from the urologist - so now he says he got something to keep him from getting pissed off, and something to keep him from getting pissed on. I'd say he's in good spirits.