I'm extremely dramatic when I'm tired. I pulled the other post from late last night, which was something like " I will pray to anyones god for this child" yada, blah, ya, ya. Very Greek. Al started having chest pains yesterday evening, which proceeded to increase in intensity over the course of about an hour. I have to initially treat all pains as normal growing pains, right? Because otherwise I'd have a neurotic little kid on my hands. So "mama I can't breathe" is a little over the top. Is it a pulled muscle, from watching t.v. upside down with your feet, one on the couch, the other on the cat? Or is it a gas pocket from scarfing down your hamburger so you could go play? Is it anxiety over finding out on Sunday your best friend was adopted? (Al was openly angy over this information, in light of the little info he has on his stolen sister who was 'adopted') Or could it be the sadness you've felt over your dad bringing someone else's daughter to the church picnic on Sunday, and ignoring you the entire time? (Sunday was a tuffy)I watch, I wait, I ask stupid mom questions, urging Al to try and fart along the way. After an hour the pain was greater and it was time to go to the E.R.
About $8,000 worth of tests later, the Dr. informs me what I already knew: Al's heart is enlarged, but theres nothing they can do about it. Give him motrin, and follow up with his Cardiologist immediately. Through his pain, Al had a vision of a simians awakening, a revelation of sorts, though I'm somewhat at a loss for analytical content.
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