I thought I would be arriving at my parents' house to share a lasagna dinner with them, my brother-in-law and his daughter.
"Where's Dad?" I asked as I walked in.
"Oh, he's laying down," my mother said. My hair instantly flew up.
"WHAT'S WRONG??" I asked. Dad does NOT lay down.
Turns out he was having chest pains. He is 89. He had a heart attack 2 years ago.
"What's up, Pops?" I asked, sitting on the bed. He looked pale.
He admitted that he was ready to go the to ER. When he got there, he said his pain was 8 on a scale of 10.
Two hours later, the EKG looked good, the pain was receding. He's there overnight, in good hands, I hope.
So no lasagna for us. We went to a coffeeshop and stuffed ourselves with hearty American food. That's all we know to do sometimes.