April 13, 2021 at 5:24 p.m.
Hopefully next call will be good news
As I See It
By Diana Dolecki-
We had a bit of a scare this past weekend. My sister-in-law, Diane, called and said Michael was in the hospital. Michael is her husband and the older of my two brothers.
Apparently, he was admitted the night before but she didn’t want to bother us because she knew we went to bed early. I wanted to tell her, “Good Lord! If the word hospital is in the conversation, I don’t care what time it is. Just call me.” Of course I didn’t say it out loud. I couldn’t have done anything to help but I was truly grateful that she called.
Michael had been on his way home from work when he began to feel like something wasn’t right. He pulled over in Palestine to wait for the feeling to pass. He said he felt like he was in a recliner looking down at himself. He also felt like someone had punched him in the back and the pain went clear through to his chest. This tells me one thing –– there must be recliners in the afterlife.
He finally made it home. He must have looked and felt bad enough that either he or Diane called the ambulance. They hauled him to the hospital in Richmond. His blood pressure was sky high. They fed him some baby aspirin and ran a bunch of tests.
The good news is that he didn’t have a stroke. He didn’t have a heart attack. He didn’t have a panic attack. All they could find was that his blood pressure was at least twice what mine was the last time I went to the doc. They didn’t offer an opinion as to why it was so high.
Plus, like many people in this country he is overweight. They eventually sent him home with blood pressure medicines and an order to lose weight.
When I was working on the family genealogy I made a page of medical information. I was surprised at how many times the cause of death for long dead relatives was listed as stroke, with heart attacks running close behind. Hypertension was often listed as a contributing cause.
Depending on which branch of the family tree you are looking at, we are also a bunch of well fed people. I had noticed at Christmas that Michael looked like he didn’t need any pillows to play Santa.
I feel sorry for Diane if she is going to try to revise their meals. Dieting is never fun. I only hope this last scare is enough to get him to take a little better care of himself.
I remember how excited I was when Michael was born. He was a happy baby, a little pudgy but he outgrew that. He was our adventurous guy. Many of our family stories begin, “Remember when Michael …”
He is a hard worker and gets lots of overtime. Perhaps this latest incident is a warning sign for him to slow down a little?
After talking to Diane, I called my brother, David. It sounded like he didn’t know anything about Michael. I told him what I knew. We chatted for a while and agreed to keep each other informed about our brother.
It could have been so much worse. I hope that the next time she calls it is with good news and that they both are doing well.
Apparently, he was admitted the night before but she didn’t want to bother us because she knew we went to bed early. I wanted to tell her, “Good Lord! If the word hospital is in the conversation, I don’t care what time it is. Just call me.” Of course I didn’t say it out loud. I couldn’t have done anything to help but I was truly grateful that she called.
Michael had been on his way home from work when he began to feel like something wasn’t right. He pulled over in Palestine to wait for the feeling to pass. He said he felt like he was in a recliner looking down at himself. He also felt like someone had punched him in the back and the pain went clear through to his chest. This tells me one thing –– there must be recliners in the afterlife.
He finally made it home. He must have looked and felt bad enough that either he or Diane called the ambulance. They hauled him to the hospital in Richmond. His blood pressure was sky high. They fed him some baby aspirin and ran a bunch of tests.
The good news is that he didn’t have a stroke. He didn’t have a heart attack. He didn’t have a panic attack. All they could find was that his blood pressure was at least twice what mine was the last time I went to the doc. They didn’t offer an opinion as to why it was so high.
Plus, like many people in this country he is overweight. They eventually sent him home with blood pressure medicines and an order to lose weight.
When I was working on the family genealogy I made a page of medical information. I was surprised at how many times the cause of death for long dead relatives was listed as stroke, with heart attacks running close behind. Hypertension was often listed as a contributing cause.
Depending on which branch of the family tree you are looking at, we are also a bunch of well fed people. I had noticed at Christmas that Michael looked like he didn’t need any pillows to play Santa.
I feel sorry for Diane if she is going to try to revise their meals. Dieting is never fun. I only hope this last scare is enough to get him to take a little better care of himself.
I remember how excited I was when Michael was born. He was a happy baby, a little pudgy but he outgrew that. He was our adventurous guy. Many of our family stories begin, “Remember when Michael …”
He is a hard worker and gets lots of overtime. Perhaps this latest incident is a warning sign for him to slow down a little?
After talking to Diane, I called my brother, David. It sounded like he didn’t know anything about Michael. I told him what I knew. We chatted for a while and agreed to keep each other informed about our brother.
It could have been so much worse. I hope that the next time she calls it is with good news and that they both are doing well.
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