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So Things have been happening that I can't write about, so I will only say:

This is why I've been quiet for the last month.

But last Wednesday Mum rang to say Dad had chest pains, and she was taking him to the hospital.

"No!" I said. "Ring 000 immediately and get an ambulance. We'll be right over."

Dad was pale and sweaty, and had a crushing pain in his chest, and his left arm felt too heavy to lift. Mum was hovering over him and looking very worried, but Dad kept insisting it was just indigestion. He'd taken some Mylanta but it didn't work, and Pete said "That's not indigestion." He waited with Dad and I went to the front yard to meet the ambulance. It arrived after 5 minutes - it felt like an hour - and I told the paramedics Dad's symptoms as they got out their kit. In less than a minute - it felt like forever - they had unloaded the stretcher and were in the house and assessing Dad. They asked him a lot of questions about how long had he felt the pain and had he felt it before? Yes (!) about 4.30am that morning but it went away so he didn't wake mum. Silly bugger.

The ambos works on him for about 10 minutes taking temperature and blood pressure, and sticking 'dots' on his chest to take a preliminary ecg. They put a vasco-dilator under his tongue, and the pain went away. Then came the complicated getting-Dad-on-his-feet-and-loading-him-onto-the-stretcher and wheeling him out to the ambulance. Concerned neighbours were gathered around the ambulance so I told them what was happening.

(Polly was being weird. She would not move more than 1 meter from Dad at any time, even when the ambos were there, and could not be removed outside. She did not bark or growl at the ambos when they came in but she did look very worried.)

Mum rode in the ambulance to the hospital, and I followed in my car. Pete stayed at the hose to look after the dogs and to lock up afterwards. By going with the ambos, Mum got to enter Dubbo Base Hospital by the emergency entrance and to go into ICU with Dad. I had to park the car and enter by the main entrance then wait until they said I could go in, which took forever (about 15 minutes). Dad was hooked up to the machine that went Ping! and monitored blood pressure, oxygen, and heart beat, and he looked exhausted but at least he wasn't pale any more. Our good friend Arpit arrived and used his influence as a pathologist at the hospital to hurry along the blood tests. He really shouldn't have, but I'm glad he did.

The blood tests confirmed a heart attack. The doc said it was a "non-STEMI infarction" and there was some damage to the heart, but not heart-stopping muscle death damage. Dad would need an angiogram in Orange Base Hospital tomorrow (Thursday) to see what the problem is, and maybe install a stent or two. Orange is a 2 hour drive away which makes visiting a bit of a problem, but it's a brand new hospital and they have All The Things.

The result of the angiogram is that he needs multiple bypasses. A stent would fix the problem for a few months, then he'd still need a bypass operation. The doctor arranged to send Dad to Royal Price Alfred Hospital for the operation. On Friday we found out RPA doesn't have a bed free until Wednesday next week so Dad is in Orange Base until then. The bypass operation is scheduled for Thursday. We will travel to Sydney on Wednesday to be there Thursday.

Dad is in good hands but we're all very worried.

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Definitely a "Bugger" moment! Oh you poor things - you and your mum and brother, and especially your dad.

And of course it was just indigestion. *sigh* No, you're not allowed to slap him. It wouldn't do any good, anyway.

Yay for modern medicine and yay for the machine that goes "ping" and yay for updated Orange Base Hospital (it'd be 30 years since I was there for a friend. I should *hope* it's all been updated since!) and yay for RPA which is an awesome hospital.

*hugs* again.

New OBH is out near the old Bloomfield Hospital. The old OBH is a huge derelict wreck in the centre of town.

The new hospital is very good, and has one of the few CT scanners outside Sydney.

Ack! I hope everything goes well, and best of luck to your dad. Silly man, though. Can barely breath and "it's just indigestion!"

All the GoodThoughts™ I can muster for your dad's swift and uncomplicated recovery. May his surgeons be deft, his technicians well-trained, and his nurses skilled and compassionate!

Thank you, and they are!

(also, Socialized Medicine FTW)

Ah, yes, "socialized medicine"... I envy my friends who live in civilized countries...

Seriously, too many Americans die because they simply can't afford medical care - I nearly did. (Insert long, US-specific, opinionated political rant here.)

Sorry to hear your Dad is going through this. But also so glad to know your Dad has been quickly seen to and I hope for his quick recovery from surgery.

Sending you hugs from this side of the pond.

Oh, how frightening! I see my parents only one every two years or so, and every time I see them they are So Much Older. Good luck to your dad and good thoughts to your family.

I'm glad your Dad got competent and speedy help, despite him wasting precious time. You hear it so often that patients downplay the symptoms, maybe it's a natural way to react.
Anyway, keeping all fingers crossed for a successful and uneventful surgery and a speedy recovery. Hang in there.

Best wishes to you all! That's SCARY.

Yeeks! Sending well-wishes!


All the best to Marty. Thinking of you all.

oh noes, sending all good thoughts to your Dad.

My dad has just finished his first round of chemo, it knocked him round something shocking, like your dad he ignored lots of pain and warning signs and is paying the price now.


Hugs to you all but especially Robyn. Glad he is in good hands and praying all goes well.
Told mum this morning and she said to tell you they will be praying for you all and sends their best wishes.

Thanks! I'll let Mum know.

Good night!

Glad your dad is in good hands and hope all goes well.

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