on heartattack and vine

Alright Dad, you wanted to know if you'd made the blog, so here you go.

It has been a crazy week. Dad seems to be doing really well after his heart attack on Monday. I think we all kinda figured the food at Phil's could be lethal, but we still didn't see this coming. Considering the severity of the heart attack itself (he went into actual cardiac arrest), that he was about as close to death as you can get without actually dying (as Dad said himself, or said quoting one of his doctors), it seems like he has made a fast recovery. The first twenty-four hours were pretty tense, especially Monday evening, but a lot of that was simply the shock and thinking about what could have happened. Maybe it was just me being naive, but I never felt too worried about things getting worse; once I found out about it, the heart attack had already happened and he was in the hospital. My impression was always that he was stabilized, and barring some random unforeseen complication, it was just a matter of taking time to recover. Although considering the heart attack itself was a pretty random occurrence, maybe I should have been more concerned. But now the only worry is that it could happen again. It is a little disconcerting that the doctors themselves seem surprised that it happened in the first place and aren't sure what caused it. We're praying that means there's little chance of it happening again in the future. Anyway, Dad is scheduled to come home tomorrow (Friday) and hopefully he'll take it easy and not hop back into things too quickly.

We love you Dad, and we're glad you're okay.