Mom and dad are in the emergency room because he was having the same kind of chest pains he had a couple years ago. They are just sitting in the waiting room, and mom and dad said none of the staff is freaking out, so they aren’t either. I’ll update when I know more.
Oh, and once again, they were at the hospital when I was informed. I live down the street from them and on any given day, my mom will call me ten times to talk about sports or something trivial.
Old people are really a total pain in the ass, but I hope he is ok.
*** Update ***
Dad is resting comfortably in the room, and he is not currently having a heart attack (they tested and I forget the procedure), and his blood pressure is stable in the 130 range, and they drew blood, so I am assuming they are testing for troponin or whatever the protein is that shows up after a cardiac incident. Dad’s not in any pain and starting to think maybe he just had indigestion. Let’s hope.
All of that is good news, but because I am German and neurotic with anxiety issues and other than this website basically bottle everything up so I can obsess on things and drive myself insane, I didn’t take it that way. My first thought was “Fucking great, it’s indigestion, so the next time this happens he will think it is indigestion again and they will argue before going to the hospital and maybe it will be serious and I don’t want to think about it.”
And then this is where the Cole genes kicked into full effect. Even though I don’t even know if it was indigestion this time and nothing is wrong, I got mad at my parents because they DIDN’T GO RIGHT TO THE HOSPITAL IN MY IMAGINED FUTURE SCENARIO. Sigh.