He had it around three o'clock. He's fine, thankfully. He's resting in the ICU at the moment. While he's not entirely comfortable, it doesn't seem to have done any major damage.
Any prayers you could all send our way would be appreciated.
I feel kind of numb about the whole thing, to be honest. I've been trying to keep my mind elsewhere so I don't have to focus on it. I was angry and worried at first, but after I learned he was stable, that subsided for the most part. I'm at home now taking care of the younger siblings while my mother sits with him at the hospital.
It's... It's just frustrating. He's only fifty, and this is his third attack so far. By all rights, the doctors say that the first should have killed him!
Yet... He still won't take care of himself. He rarely sleeps, he's only barely improved his diet since all of this started at age 42, doesn't exercise, regularly fails to take his medication, and insists on trying to tackle tasks which are physically beyond his condition. This latest episode was triggered when he tried to fix our broken air conditioner... Which simply happens to be located in a sweltering hot attic which regularly reaches temperatures of 110 - 120 degrees or more. His first was triggered when he tried to play basketball with a couple of 25 year olds at work, and the second because he overexerted himself unloading a truck full of merchandise. I've really got to wonder just how much longer his luck is going to hold out in this regard.
In any eventuality, I'm glad he's okay. If nothing else, these incidents drive home all the reasons why I really need to take care of myself, and maintain a decent degree of fitness and healthy discipline in my own life.
