Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Sunday night was peacful. We went to sleep around 10.. Maybe 11. We woke up to a door knock.. More like a pound, and many many doorkbell rings.. I didn't know who it was. Looking at the window, then looking at the clock.. It was 3 in the morning.. I ran down stairs.. Flung open the door, only to hear that my dad had had a heartattack.. I didn't really react. I just said well are you ok? She was very upset. Hearing that was a shock.. It didn't really set in till I was upstairs getting dressed.. I started crying, I was talking to Scott my husband, what if he dies? What if this is it? On the way to the hospital, time seemed to stand still, it was the longest ride up to the hospital. When we got there, my dad was back in the cath lab.. My mom said it would be a couple of hours... Well, 6:30 we finally heard something. He had a heartattack from saturday, going into Sunday, going into monday.. They had stopped the heartattack while putting in the stents.. He got two.. I was glad to hear that's all it was. But my dad has many other things wrong with him. His kidneys are failing, and aparently the dye (contrast) they use to find the problem in his heart, is not good for his kidneys.. Not good at all. We all have known that his kidneys are failing, I just don't think we were ready for this. The day was spent next to my dads hospital bed. I was very worried. Stressed. Overwhelmed. I spent the whole day at the hospital. And you don't want to know what I ate. But I was so emotional.. And tired. And run down. I feel horible about it all. And I didn't need a diet in my face. I just wanted my dad to be ok.. They think he will be put on dialasis sp?? Which sucks.. I still think this is the beginning of the end.