Last Saturday at 12:30am, my Dad had a bit of a heart attack. It had been coming up on him for quite a while, given his labored breathing and the weakness that had been hitting him, but he's of the school of thought "I ain't going to a fucking doctor unless I'm damned nearly dead!"
He very nearly was. He was rushed to the hospital, where he gave them a bit of a problem (he wasn't really cooperating well,) so they tranquilized him. Probably a bit too much, in retrospect. Upon closer examination, it was found he was suffering kidney failure, which totally contributed to his heart problem. He very literally was colored as grey as his beard.
After a few days in the hospital, he was set up for dialysis (which he originally wasn't going to do, but we wound up kinda emotionally blackmailing him with his grand daughter) and so far is handling it. He's not liking the kidney / cardiac diet a whole helluva lot, but what the hell?
More to come later....