Jesus.

Don't worry? Don't worry. That's what they said before trucking my dad into get his heart checked out.

Turns out, we all should have been worried for quite a while. The main artery bringing blood into his heart? Almost totally clogged and/or diseased. He was one step away from a massive heart attack that would have killed him. But you know, we shouldn't worry.

Close call.

They put a shunt (that seems like such a weird word for a medical device) in, and his blood is flowing 100% now. They expect a full recovery. But just to be safe, he's spending the weekend in cardiac intensive care and getting a couple more shunts in other heart places on Monday.

Incidentally, Monday is also the day my mom goes back to HER doctor to get tested to see if she's had stroke. Her doctor wanted her to go to the hospital yesterday, but she refused on the grounds that she had to go home and feed her dogs.

My head is exploding.