So my brother-in-law Tony is in the hospital. He’s having some weird heart problems. This is freaky enough. Apparently he went in last night some time. I say apparently, because the only reason I even found out he was in the hospital was by reading my sister’s blog.
Fuck. Come on!
Immediately upon reading it, I call Sister #3 to find out what the hell is going on. Even though I call Sister #3’s house, Sister #2 picked up the phone. She’s babysitting.
“WHAT THE HELL?” I screeched into the phone.
“What?” She asked.
“Uh, Tony,” I said.
“Yeah, they don’t know anything.”
“So why didn’t anyone call me?”
“She didn’t want to get everyone all worried.”
“So I can read about it on her blog, that’s not gonna get me worried?”
“I know,” Sister #2 said. “The only reason I know is because #4 was at my house when #3 called.”
“So the only people that don’t know are me and Mom,” I said.
“Yes.”
“Well she better call Mom before she reads it on the Internet.”
Fuck.
I can’t believe she didn’t call.
Um, dude, yeah. That’s pretty harsh. Bad call, Sister #3, bad call.
Hurts to find out 32nd hand…
um, that’s “thirty- second” hand.
never type with nachos.
What is family for if not to worry about each other?
Do we know how he’s doing? Hopefully all is okay…
Sorry, yes. Tony was home Friday night. They still aren’t sure what the hell happened, but they’re gonna ‘watch’ him. He has to go back in for an ECG in three weeks.