A brief summary: 3 nights ago, MiL complained of chest pain radiating to the right arm. Although the common symptoms for a heart attack are supposed to have the pain radiating to the left arm, I have read about that “anomaly” so we decided not to take chances and take her straight to the ER since she was alert and mobile.

BINGO.

She had a euphemistically called “cardiac event.”  EKG showed OK but some enzymes that indicated heart attack were off the chart. They found enough blockage in three valves that they pretty much nailed her ass to a bed, started a course of meds and then talked about going open heart surgery. On this last bit I went: Are they fucking nuts? she is 83 years old!  She won’t make it through surgery. Some other invasive surgery was also brought to the table, but finally the head cardiac doc said she will get stents because the surgeries are too risky. If anything, this is just another of the many examples that reinforce my distrust in the infallibility of the medical profession. Hell, I’ll be surprised if they get 50% right.

I recking they will do the arterial rooto-rooter today or maybe tomorrow. The missus is glued to her side and knowing her, she is not having a swell time. She got some training dealing with my mom, so at least she knows how things can go (good or bad) but I hate the fact I can’t be there with her because of my job.

My job, you ask. I will keep my long-standing policy of not sharing anything about the job I am doing, especially since I am bound by Federal law. I can share that is VERY satisfying and I can in a roundabout way serve my country. And that is all you get to know, or I will share in these pages or any social media.

I figure things will get back to a semblance of “New Normal” (I could not help myself) next week.

Thank you everybody for the best wishes.