I live in the popular bar zone late night area. People that know me, know that I don't like late night crashers. Yet not a week goes by that I don't get a late night visit of some sort. It is somehow my responsibility as a friend to safeguard them because they drank to much and can't safely get home? Then they come over drink all my koolaid and then go all Rick James with their shoes on my couch.Thought a late-nite phone was another call to me to be a shuttle from the bars. No more. Walking away and not turning back.
It's blindingly bright here today in Denver. 55 degrees? with snow on the ground and lot of sun.Going ice fishing for the first time. Wish I had some prescription sun glasses, I'm definitely going to go blind.
How was everything?
Had quite the lovely evening with the wife last night. Went out for a movie and everything.
Beer is on me. Hope everything is okay over there.Mom called. Dad had a heart attack today while playing pick up hockey. He's 65 and in pretty good shape. I talked to him a bit. They put a couple stents in, and one of the two blockages opened up of it's own accord before he got to the hospital which helped to limit the damage a lot, but still, fuck. I need a beer.
Damn dude, sorry to hear about that.Mom called. Dad had a heart attack today while playing pick up hockey. He's 65 and in pretty good shape. I talked to him a bit. They put a couple stents in, and one of the two blockages opened up of it's own accord before he got to the hospital which helped to limit the damage a lot, but still, fuck. I need a beer.
Went through the very same thing with my dad last summer. Having a heart attack is a life changing event and he had to do cardiac rehab. My advise is to encourage him to go to the rehab classes. Not only will they educate him on the heart, diet, proper exercise, but he will be with a group of his peers. HA patients tend to develop a sense of vulnerability and depression. Cardiac rehab helps patients cope while they recover.Mom called. Dad had a heart attack today while playing pick up hockey. He's 65 and in pretty good shape. I talked to him a bit. They put a couple stents in, and one of the two blockages opened up of it's own accord before he got to the hospital which helped to limit the damage a lot, but still, fuck. I need a beer.
fuck that.Dad had a heart attack today while playing pick up hockey.