Karma you fickle bitch...
Yesterday I was bitching about my brother and how he is five minutes from me but wasn't making time for me... Ok, I get it. I am sorry.
At 2am yesterday my brother was checked into emergency. The defib unit in his chest went off causing him to scream, blackout, and have to be rushed into the hospital. He has heart problems for a while and has had a defib unit in his chest for years. Pretty fucked up situation. Especially since he is younger than me. It's a genetic condition in our family. Our mom died of heart problems at 35. He has the same issues going on right now.
Me? Oh hell no. I am immortal, remember? Seriously, both my brother and my mother also have obesity, diabetes, cholesterol issues, and blood pressure problems. He doesn't take care of himself like he should. He knows better, but he doesn't. For that I can smack him around. I may be fucked in the head, but at least the sugar coating on the outside looks good...
Anyway, he is in ICU right now. They are going to run tests on him today to see if there is an infection on his current unit. If there is, they will pump him full of antibiotics before trying to replace the unit. Once he is healed, he gets a new unit. If there is no infection, they will operate for the new unit right away. Regardless he is now on the short list for a heart transplant.
He is going to be in the hospital for a minimum of 5 days but it could be as long as two - three weeks depending on how he heals up.
Other than that, worked yesterday, tried to call L to setup a date, dealt with some issues on other projects, stressed about my brother.
Whoop de fucking do....
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