Dad's in the ER

Dad's been complaining of chest pains, so Kathleen called 911 last night. He told me of discomfort while we were on the Hearst Castle trip last week, but he told me at 4 o'clock of pain he'd had that morning. And he was combining his laments with his hernia discomforts; he'd been fitted with a truss just before we departed, so I ignored him. At Stanford Medical Center they say he's in grave danger of a heart attack, that one of his arteries is almost completely blocked. They're doing an angiogram this afternoon. He'll probably be getting a stent.

Makes me glad that we did the Living Will back in February. Although he's conscious and still making his own decisions, the doctors are complaining about his dementia. It may be the stress. They're having difficulty communicating, "tell me why you're here today?".

Update: he's proudly wearing a new stent! One of his arteries was completely blocked, now it's flowing like the Merrimac River he claims he wants to see again.