Every now and then on the blog, you'll hear me talk about how far away I live from my family. Sometimes when lamenting the distance between myself and said family I'll get folks leaving comments or sending emails telling me to either move back home or get over it. Neither option is something that is going to happen. There are a number of reasons I left home. Needed to leave home. Needed to leave my small town where I was drowning and becoming more and more lost.
And then something happens that makes all the reasons I left home seem insignificant as to have been silly.
My Grandfather was rushed to the hospital this morning. Last night (Thanksgiving night) he was having trouble breathing. Apparently, he has been having trouble breathing. (Guess the grandchild that lives 1500 miles away gets that bit of information late.) This morning, he was still having a lot of trouble breathing and, despite his determination that he was fine, my family took him to the hospital.
The day has been fraught with waiting and hearing too little information from people that don't seem to know what they're talking about and me texting "Hey! Any updates?" and waiting anxiously to hear back from my mother and when he was finally seen by the right doctors they didn't seem to have many answers and...
It's just really been delightful.
All the ridiculous junk of the day summed up, my grandfather had a heart attack last night. It was caused by a serious lack of oxygen because of said inability to breathe. He first saw a cardiologist that didn't even look at his lungs nor prescribe anything for the breathing. It wasn't until this evening that he finally saw his regular doctor, who prescribed medication for his lungs and is going to make sure he is able to take oxygen at home. (Didn't realize that was a 'get approved for' kind of thing. So noted.) He's stable for now, but is staying overnight and will take a stress test tomorrow morning.
I'm stressing a bit, because he's 80-years-old, and a person that has a heart attack is more likely to have a second one. And, because your heart has been damaged, the second one can be much worse. But, all this is because I'm far too analytical (haven't figured that out by now, have you?) and when something like this happens my mind fills with statistics and Discovery channel and episodes of Grey's Anatomy, none of which are very healthy to be thinking about. Ever.
What a way to celebrate Thanksgiving, huh?
I tweeted this out earlier, and there have been dozens of well-wishes sent in. I appreciate every single one. Thank you! Many have asked if they can do healing magic, send energy, etc. All positive energy is, of course, very welcome. He lives in East Texas, for those of you that like to know that kind of thing.
Love and Lyte,