Alright, the nurse said that he was going to be okay, as it was relatively mild as far as heart attacks go. He checked himself in, so he was fully alert if a little tired since he went in at 9PM, when we thought he was heading off to work and not the hospital, and it’s now almost 6AM.
They’re going to give him an angiogram, where they give him an x-ray-absorbing dye for his blood through a catheter and check where the blockage occurred. (He’d mostly passed it through, from what I understand; they’re going to keep him for observation a few days, so no working for him).
Me and my family are going to go back and see him in a few hours, to see how he’s doing after the procedure. On a side note, none of us can reach my older brother to tell him what happened.
One thing that makes me angry is that my dad said he was having chest pains on Sunday. SUNDAY. He KNOWS he has high blood pressure (he’s taking several medications for it and the associated risk factors), so why the hell didn’t he go in earlier? Dammit, Dad!