Last night was one of the scarier moments in my life. My dad hasn't been feeling well since he had his defibrillator put in a few weeks ago. Last night he called me into the dining room where he was sitting, and when I got into the room, I saw his eyes roll up into the back of his head as he fell backwards off of the chair. I'm not really sure how long my dad was passed out for because I was too busy screaming for my brother. I thought my dad was having another heart attack which (thank god) he wasn't. I never thought that I would crack under pressure in a situation like that, but I did. I broke the house phone trying to call 911, and it felt like years until I was able to connect through to an operator.
We were in the emergency room for about 6-7 hours, but my dad refused to stay overnight. Stubborn bastard. My dad seems fine now, but we still aren't sure what caused the black out. They ran a few tests on him (CAT scan/blood tests) but we haven't gotten a call from the lab yet. It makes me a little uneasy, but at least it had nothing to do with his heart.
My winter vacation really isn't going the way I expected it to be...
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