My poor Dad had a bit of a heart glitch and ended up in emergency yesterday evening.
He got all checked out and gets sent home in a few hours.
It turns out, he didn’t take his heart meds. He ran out and didn’t think it was imperative to get the prescription filled ASAP.
He was going to get around to it… well, then he went for a run and the heart palpitations and the shortness of breath started and the numbness in the left arm… The rush to the hospital, the heart checks… He’s doing Ok. Mom got him to the hospital quick and he was sounding better and had his natural color back when it was time for us to leave.
Now the docs just want to make sure that his heart didn’t suffer any damage. So far he’s on track to be released this morning. He’ll be Ok.
It was odd hearing my Mom’s old lecture… “If I had one wish, it would be that you finally get that there is a connection between taking what’s prescribed to you and staying out of hospital. Why won’t you just take your meds? Why?”
It was odd having her say that to my Dad and not me this time.
It’s also odd for me to see that it’s not just me, everyone hates being on some pills forever. I’m a little rattled and amped up about this, but glad my Dad is going to be fine… if he just takes his meds.