Too much like Dad

For those of you who are not family members, you will need a little bit of background information. A couple of months ago, my dad took my mom to the ER. He sat on a stool while they were waiting. My dad passed out, fell off the stool and hit his head on the way down. Besides knocking himself silly, he stopped breathing. Several times the comment was made that it was a good thing he was at the right place when it happened. He ended up with a pacemaker a few days later.

So when I had my little heart episode and the medical people are telling me that I was at the right place to have this going on. It was too weird. Well there is now more to the story. A couple of days ago I was at the family history center. I was wheeling backwards on the chair and kinda leaning back a bit. The next thing I know, I feel the chair tipping over backwards. It was slow motion, but there was nothing I could do about it. I hit the floor and thought, wheew that wasn't bad. And then my head hit the wall. Dang! That hurt. Before I even got up, I'm thinking, "just like dad." But one thing is different. My heart monitor did not go off before, during or after my crash. And I totally knew what was going on. I didn't have a bruise until the next day. I wasn't happy to go through that and not even had a goose egg or bruise as a badge of honor. So the bruise was a good thing.

Oh and another little tidbit of information. I called cardiology to make my follow-up app't. After lots of questions and being put on hold a couple of times, I found out that I need an electrician and not a plumber. I was told that there are 2 kinds of cardiologists. The ones that saw me in the hospital are plumbers but I need an electrician. So I now have an appt with the electrician.