A Thing Is Happening (Patreon)

I'm not one to really complain about things in life.

My motto has always been: Things can always be worse, no matter how bad things are.

And, well, while that is true, things took a turn for the bad yesterday.

My oldest daughter, who had two kids and a husband, started getting light chest pains, then a migraine headache, and she was taken to the ER. It went from "it's probably nothing" to "we will run these tests" to "we're transferring her to run these tests" to "she can go home right now, but she comes back in tomorrow for an MRI and CAT scan."

Her doctor called her today and said: "Go to the ER of the closest hospital. Right now. You're being admitted for critical care."

It's her heart. Her great big little heart.

With Covid protocols, and that it's a heart issue, she's all alone. I mean, it shouldn't make a difference with her husband or me in the room with her, holding her hands.

She's tough, though. Physically and mentally and emotionally, she's tough. She doesn't have any comorbidity. No weight problems, she exercises safely, keeps a good diet, takes care of herself (mainly because she saw what not taking care of your body did to me) and doesn't mess around with her health.

Still, I can't think. All I can do is pace.

My son-in-law brought the grandkids over.

All he and I can do is pace and look at the cellphone to make sure we somehow didn't miss a call.

I'm having trouble thinking.