Greetings from scenic Greenfield, Indiana. I've been traveling like crazy this week, as evidenced by my previous entry about Niagara Falls. This trip wasn't nearly as happy though.
I had just gotten some fast food at about 7 on Friday, and I was in the car with my mom about to go play some songs at a local coffeeshop when my sister called us to say she was taking my father to the emergency room. I abandon my original plans, and we had no sooner walked through the door of our house than she was calling back. The news was not good. My dad was having a heart attack. So we threw some clothes into bags, put the dogs in the car, and took off on the 7 hour drive to Indiana.
My sister continued to call us on the drive down, and each time, I was full of dread when the phone rang. After we had been driving nearly an hour, we found out that he had six blockages in his heart: One 100%, one 90%, a 40%, a 70%, and two 65%. They were taking him in to give him a balloon angioplasty, which opened up the 100% and 90%.
They're going to give him an MRI soon to get a better look at his heart and decide if they need to do open heart surgery to fix the remaining blockages. I'm fucking terrified and I hate being here, but there's nothing I can do. I just have to wait and watch.
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