We were asleep just now when the phone rang. It was my sister calling from Marblehead. She started out, “I’m OK, Uncle Dick’s OK, Harold (my brother) had a heart attack.” I would have liked the bad news first, I think.
He was working and he felt a tightness in his chest. He ignored it for a while, until he couldn’t ignore it any more, so he went home, changed his clothes (can’t go to the hospital unless your underwear’s clean, can you?), and called 911. They did an angioplasty and put in a stent, and he’s now “resting comfortably”, as they say.
I just gave him a call at the hospital, and he answered the phone with “Miller Auto Service”. When they asked him whether he’d ever been in the hospital, he answered, “Once, when I was born. I wanted to be close to my mother.” (he’s a Three Stooges fan…) At least he could still crack a joke.
So there you go. I told him “I guess you’ve joined the club.” but I hope he recovers as well as I’ve seemed to. My sister said, “I suppose I ought to make an appointment at the hospital for an angioplasty now, rather than waiting.” I think it would be better if all of us lost more weight and took more exercise.
Oh well, back to bed, and maybe to sleep.
Later note: He seems to be resting comfortably. However, upon reflection, I realised that I had my heart attack aged 53 years 3 months. He had his aged 53 years 2 months. I should tell my sister to book the angioplasty lab at the hospital in August 2011.
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I, too, hope he recovers as well as you.