Stick a fork in me, I'm doneMy Dad had a heart attack yesterday. When I was leaving for work I heard him say that he was going to the doctor. I thought he had an appointment. Oh how wrong I was. He went to the doctor because he wasn't feeling well. He went through four red lights. He drove past the hospital. He thought it was his sugar. His doc called 911 and the hospital had him air-lifted to St. Joseph's hospital. His heart stopped twice in the helicopter. They shocked him. Twice. I left work around 10:30am and picked my mom up so I could drive us to Towson. I cussed out some doctor dude who was a rude ass prick and was lucky I didn't get out of the car and stab him in the throat. I was not in the best of moods. I was also not too keen on the idea of me being the surrogate decision maker in case my father is struck incompetent and can't make his own life decisions. I don't want to make decisions. I don't want to decide if certain actions are necessary or will just prolong suffering. What's more bizarre is that my mom is the ALTERNATE decision maker. ALTERNATE! Luckily, I don't think I'll be in the position where any life or death decisions will need to be made. Still, I don't like the fact that a piece of paper with my name on it exists proclaiming me as the decision maker.They were running more tests today to determine the extent of damage to his heart. He may get to go home tomorrow. We're not sure yet. He's having trouble breathing today, but I think that is to be expected after all the tubes they had running through him yesterday. If anyone else is planning to have any medical emergencies, please do it now. I'd prefer to get it all over at once. I don't think I have much left in me here people so do it now. After September, I will be closing the gates on death, disease and heartache. I've had my share and I don't want anymore until around December. posted by Beth 10:30 PM . . .
