So, I was gonna write a complaint post about some bullshit service I got at Jiffy Lube earlier and the long ass time I spent at the DMV, but I won't.
I'm in a hospital waiting room right now, and I just wish I wasn't.
After a long day, I am totally spent. About 2 hours ago, I was lying in the bed preparing for at least 9 or 10 hours of deep sleep and textin Darius about grocery shopping I did earlier until I heard my dad scream out in pain.... Chills just shot down my fuckin back.
He was in the bathroom throwing up, so I threw my phone down and ran down to the bathroom and opened the door and when he looked up, I was in utter shock. I have never seen such a dark skinned man look so pale.
I ran and got my mom and we immediately called 911. In the 15 minutes it took for the ambulance to get to our house, it was like a nonstop vomitfest for my dad. He just kept saying "my side feels like it's on fire. my side feels like it's on fire."
I didn't cry cuz I had to be strong for moms.... we were the only ones in the house coincidentally.
Finally, the ambulance got to our house, and they got Pops on a stretcher and sped off to the hospital. I followed.
Now, I'm in the waiting room. All my siblings are all here (my one sister came from the club... needless to say, if Daddy saw her, he would het out of the bed and whip her ass... I just wanted to be like "Well I see the ho train has arrived"lol.
We have some information but not all. Dad has 2 kidney stones and him vomiting was his body's way of breaking them up. All the vomiting caused such a strain on him that he had a very very minor heart attack.
As many problems or differences me and old pops have, I love him. I really do. As more info comes, I'll provide it. In the meantime fam, pray to whoever you call God and get my dad out of this hell