I just got back from checking in with my parents, who’ve been at the cardiac ER since 11 AM when my dad started complaining of chest pain and lightheadedness. He wasn’t having a heart attack, and they say it’s nothing to freak about, but they’re monitoring him overnight.
Meh.
My “no, really, I’m being helpful” attitude might not come through so well when I ascerbically quip that perhaps now he’ll consider ditching the cancer sticks. Ahem.
He might have done so in February, when his younger brother died of a massive heart attack (you know, the one that didn’t smoke). He might have done so last November, when his cancerous prostate was cut out.
And yes, I know I can’t make anyone do anything they don’t choose to do themselves. But.
He’d better knock off the stupid right the fuck now.