so this weekend was FULL of not-fun stuff. tons of it. fillied TO THE BRIM. turns out my father-in-law, the man who never gets sick, the man who installs a dryer on the 2nd floor of my townhouse in ten minutes or less (including carrying it up the stairs) the man who eats like a 17th century nobleman ( aka, holdin the drumstick and goin' at it) the man who everyone in the family turns to for support and stability....
had a heart attack on Thursday night.
i've been debating whether or not i wanted to blog about this. considering that he's at home now, safe, healthy, and okay, i figured that i could. thank god it didn't go the other way. on Thursday he felt a little faint while he was at my husbands shop and decided to go home and rest- finally, after much needling from his wife, he went to the ER where he had an EKG and lo and behold, he had had a heart attack sometime Thursday morning. and didn't know. he was immediately admitted and went into surgery Friday morning, where he had angioplasty and had two stents put in his arteries. he now calls himself the '35 yr old man' bc i guess that's the age of his heart now.
it scared the bejesus out of my husband.
so needless to say, this weekend sucked the big ol' fat toe. Friday night after work we piled in the car, picked up his mom and visited his dad in the hospital. next to ICU. scary scary thing. he looked like a bear in that tiny bed and it threw me for a loop. we watched the bourne identity and listened to my mother-in-law talk to every. single. nurse. we left around 10.30 pm and i was exhausted.
we were supposed to go skiing on saturday, (much to my dismay bc i DO NOT do sports of any kind. especially in snow.) but i woke up sick. like, can't-move-or-i'll-die kinda sick. so i stayed in bed. vlad went to go ski, but then right when he got there, he had to turn around bc his friends? yeah. they left even tho they said they'd be there all night. so vlad, upon arriving in wisconsin, promptly turned around and came home. while iw as getting worse and worse he went to help his friends move furniture and when he came home? walked in to find a really, really sick lauren. my face was so flushed i swear i was a tomato and my hair was greasy and going off in five directions, i was wearing mismatching socks, a sweat-soaked t shirt and i had glassy, bloodshot eyes. he promptly made me change out of my sick clothes and stationed me on the couch where i had a delirous fever-filled night.
woke up yesterday feeling much better but still exhausted. after a day running errands (curse you costco for being sold out of the starbucks gift cards, also? i am going to use randomizer to choosea winner from the pickle post bc i just can't be responsible for pickin a winner. CANT. DO IT.) we went to his parents house to visit with his dad, bc he was released yesterday. he looked good, healthy, normal, except for the I.V. tracks.
back home i vegged out and watched movies. extreme measures? is a super good late-90's movie. vlad had never seen it. i like hugh grant.
does anyone know any other good late-90's movies along those lines??? i'm feeling retro. (and please don't throw stones at me for calling late-90's retro.)
and this morning? yeah. ICE STORM ANYONE?????? freakin' flip man, it was NASTY, nast-tay outside this morning and the ice on my car? NEVER MELTED. the 45 minutes, 24.5 miles i was in the car driving, it. never. melted. and i had warmed it up for 30 minutes prior to leaving, too. that's crazy yo. i am so not looking forward to the commute home.
also? i have a case of the i-feel-like-throwing-up's this morning. lovely.
how are all of you this fine craptastic monday morning?