Once again, things with my dad sound awful, but are actually pretty OK, if worrying. He's gone back to the regular ICU (from Intermediate), and it is more or less confirmed that he has had a heart attack, and possibly that he had had at least one before. He says he never had any significant chest pain, though of course the indigestion that he was feeling a couple of days ago (all that burping) might have been it.
They seem to have his condition pretty well in hand. The greater worry is his kidney function and his continuing heart function. He may have congestive heart failure, three of the scariest words in English, but something people live with for a long time. He's on restricted fluids as they try to help him get rid of the fluids already onboard. This makes for a frustrating time swallowing pills and food, but he's handling it all like a trouper. He was singing to Margaret quite a bit, which was very sweet. He's keeping his spirits up pretty well. And though he's still on oxygen, he doesn't have to wear the mask anymore, which is a plus.
Sister Anne is flying down today and brother Malcolm is driving down as soon as possible. It'll be great to have more people here, though they better get him back out of ICU soon; only two visitors allowed at a time, dangit!
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