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Around two weeks ago, I was playing on my Gamecube happily in my room, I think it was Battalion Wars – that’s not important, though. Anyway, my dad came home and came to say hi to me like always, but unusually I sensed he was lingering slightly and so turned round to see what was up. We then talked for about 15 minutes about how he had just been to see the doctor as he had been experiencing chest pains for the past few days. The doctor gave him around £20 worth of medication, ordered him to stop smoking and told him in more cautious words that if he hadn’t come in he could’ve been in an extremely bad way indeed. The medication was to prevent a heart attack.

Now my dad isn’t in the best of shape. He’s quite large around the stomach, but I wouldn’t describe him as the unhealthiest person I’ve ever seen by a long shot. He’s nearing 50, and to hear this was frankly terrifying. It took a while to sink in, and when my mum came home she was told the result of the doctors appointment, so I had my parents in the same room as me holding each other crying as though it was the last time they’d see each other. A very harrowing experience. My dad was ordered off work for two weeks as well, and so because it was summer holidays I was at home with him, and it was a couple of days later I think that he decided to take a walk to the Tesco down the road, about 5/10 minutes away. He returned looking completely wiped out, and when I asked if he was alright he began to cry, having had to rest about 5 times on the way back and worrying about who would look after grandad (who had a stroke a few years ago and can’t use his right arm, so my dad goes to see him each weekend for shopping/housework/etc..). I shouldn’t need to say I comforted him and didn’t just leave him there…

Anyway, he had a hospital appointment for today. I phoned my house the other day to see how everything was ahead of time, to learn that he’d had a bad day last week and was ready to go into A&E, but calmed down and was alright. Then, to add to the fun, I learnt that one of my cats, Jasmine, isn’t looking very good. She lost a lot of weight a while back, but we couldn’t find out why. Jasmine would also be visiting a medic today. Vikki was really upset about this, as Jasmine really adores her and is pretty much Vikki’s cat, despite Vikki not being at my house most of the time.

The hospital appointment, then. He had some tests done and was diagnosed as having angina (where you get chest pains when your heart muscle doesn’t get enough blood). They don’t know how severe it is yet though until they do another test, which could either take a couple of weeks or a couple of months depending on whether he can get it on his insurance or has to rely on the NHS (I believe there’s a small risk of heart attack/stroke/other associated with it). Basically, it could either A) be cured with medicine alone, B) be cured with a combo of medicine and a smaller operation I think, or C), the one we don’t really want to think about, a heart bypass. Not fun at all.

Oh, and the cat is in overnight at the vet’s, having not eaten or moved all of Sunday, and my dad has told me to prepare myself for the worst about her. It’s all brill at my house, it is.

Cheers for reading you guys. I’ve been meaning to do this blog for ages, I put it on Cubed3 as well cos I’ve been a bit out of it on there.