Waiting games and lessons learned!

I shouldn't have complained about yesterday just being another day. I love normal days, I don't have to worry about anything. I have learned that you shouldn't complain about the quiet days.

Last night my Dad felt like someone was squeezing his chest, we were watching the Mummy Returns, and Dad was still laughing with 'Una as they watched it. And then Mum comes in and demands dad gets dressed and comes to the hospital.
Dad reluctantly gets dressed and goes.

Next thing we know it turns out Dad had a minor heart attack, and is staying in hospital. He is still making his usual Dad jokes. But somehow, it seems more real that my father is aging. He isn't the Dad that I remember taking me fishing, and carrying me. He is someone who needs to slow down.

Now, it is a waiting game as we wait for him to have his angiogram, to see whether it is just a minor problem, or the prelude to something that could have been much worse. And I feel bad, because I just don't want to think about it all the time. Instead I made cupcakes for an activity tonight, and what costume am I going to wear. I am not sure whether this is a good way of reacting, but it's the way I seem to be going.

Reality sucks when it hits.