My sister called this morning before six. She’d just gotten a call from my mom. My dad woke up with chest pains overnight. My mom called 911. An ambulance brought him to the hospital.
This is not a good time for my dad. He’s been suffering (and suffering is definitely the right word) from sciatica. At 88 and with a history of heart disease, the only way to get it treated was to stop taking one of his heart meds.
I have no idea if that’s what brought this on, but it seems logical.
Right now I’m not sure of my dad’s condition, except he’s resting with an IV and oxygen. Tests have been taken.
This is one time his poor hearing will benefit him. Hospitals are noisy.
My sister’s on a plane right now. I’m going tomorrow.
We need a plan to make sure my parents get the care they need when it’s needed. This is uncharted waters for all of us.