Title pun aside, this is a rather serious matter. My dad had a heart attack this morning. His second, in fact, since he had his first one 10 years ago, at age 37.
I got a call in the middle of Statistics from my mom, who didn’t tell me what happened, just that I should come to the emergency room. Apparently, he’d started feeling bad just before he left for work, recognised the warning signs, called an ambulance and then my mother.
He’s going to be OK. They did an emergency angioplasty to clear the blockage, and he’s awake and joking. He’ll be out of the hospital in 3 days.
I hate it when women cry. Makes us men feel so uncomfortable.
(By the way: when they do angioplasty, they place a brace in the vein…. called a “stent.”)