So, just when I was getting back in the swing of things--BAM! My father-in-law went back into the hospital with chest pains. He was driving home and pulled over because he couldn't drive anymore. Instead of calling 911, he called his wife who immediately told him to hang up and call an aide car.

In a quick aside; have you ever heard an ambulance called an "aide car"? I never had until now, and everyone--including Frinklin who has NEVER used that term in the five years we have known eachother--is looking at me funny when I say I've never heard it before. Anyway...

After arguing with Frinklin's mother for a half hour over who would drive to the hospital. The logic of driving 1/2 hour away from the hospital to her house and then back escaped me and finally she saw the light.

Once at the ER, I chatted with Frinklin's grandmother, who was staying with the in-laws. An EKG confirmed that the pain did not appear to be another heart attack. We eventually left the hospital at midnight with no more news and no father-in-law, who was hooked up to a morphine drip for the night.

Phone calls flew back and forth all the next day as test were performed and still no answers were forthcoming. Finally they found that it was an intestinal blockage, not an arterial one, and began treatment. Fortunately he did not require surgery, and appears to be almost back to normal now, a week later.

Panic averted. Sleep caught up on. Blogging commences.

PS - Violet, I owe you a phone call. Sorry I didn't get back to you, but there was this whole potential heart attack issue...I'll call this weekend. Love you!

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