Dad has just phoned to say that the angiogram was OK and that they are going to tweak his drug regimen a little and that should sort him out. Doesn't appear to need stents, let alone a bypass.
This is a good thing, as long as he doesn't overdo it again.
PTL!
It would appear not.
Dad back in hospital with unstable angina. Will be kept in until Monday when further stent/angioplasty (hopefully the former, as it is apparently better) will be done. If that's not possible, it will be CABG.
Have pulled the 'don't make me an orphan/would you like to see some grandchildren at some point' cards but not sure whether this has had an effect. He's well enough to get out of the ward and phone me so that I can tell him off in person, but not quite recognising how poor his health is.
Drove back after tea last night - took 3 hours. Mr SatNav directed me via Knightsbridge (rather than Embankment) which was quite a nice change... until he directed me via Piccadilly, where I hit the traffic jams (yes, at 11pm). I then had to crawl through the backstreets surrounded by hundreds upon hundreds of Saturday-night revellers (quite intimidating) before making it through the other side of Trafalgar Sq and down to the Embankment. Next time, I'll just take the 'follow-the-river' route.
Spotted.... as I was driving down the Strand on Friday. Being the polite young lady that I am, I allowed him to cross the road in front of me, which he kindly acknowledged. 2nd best celebrity spot in London (not sure that I can beat seeing the Queen in the City a couple of years ago as she was driven by in her car with outriders).
Went to see Dad with Fi and Adrian and Joe today. He seems better and a little more alert. Still trapped on the bed with heparin and other injections through the Venflon which he isn't best pleased with. Joe was OK - think that he found it a bit funny, but we had explained that all the wires were to test Daddy's batteries, like Daddy does in the workshop. Joe got bored quickly though and decided to take Adrian on a tour of the lift/stairs/lift/stairs routine.
Earlier today the four of us went to Tescos to stock up on healthy food, buy Dad a CD/radio, fill the car up with petrol, and then visited a car wash (Joe v.much a fan!). Then into Gloucester just as the Sale game started, via GW's to pick up the DVD player from the clan). Dad now has enough DVDs, books and music to open a small branch of WHSmiths....
Other news
We beat Sale 44-24 - hurrah!
Dad had more chest pains last night so got 'blue-lighted' (the nee-nors) down to Bristol Royal Infirmiary so that they could do the angioplasty (that they were going to do in Cheltenham today) earlier.
I got home at about 4pm (after quick trip to work to pick up laptop 'just in case', visit via A's to drop off MoF tickets and then a winding journey through London - Knightsbridge and the A4) and discovered that he is coming back to Gloucester this evening so we (H, Fi and Adrian, me, Tom) are about to go in and visit.
Dad still fussing about the accounts etc. I think. Joe oblivious - but then he doesn't really see Dad during the day as he's usually on the farm. Martha has grown lots since Christmas. Still not a cuddly child.
Other news
Bailey got hit by something on the road (flattened), so is no more.
Archie has got quite fat - doesn't look like a blond greyhound any more.
Whisky still old and incontinent. One of the hens laid an almost perfect spherical egg.
Tom's exam went OK - had a good mechanical qn at the end of his Physics paper which he liked because he knows all that from Further Maths, and everyone else struggled with because mech was ages ago in Physics.
When Joe is asked where Bailey is, he says "God" ... which hopefully means he now sees God as not scary just because you can't see Him (at Christmas Joe decided God was horrible... rather like the monsters and tigers which scare Joe/stop him from doing what Mummy has asked him to do.....)
Dad's had a pretty serious heart attack. Has been told he needs to take 3 months off work. Currently interpreting this as three months off farm work. I'm not sure that's quite what the doctors meant. Perhaps we need to drug him for three months.
Don't particularly want to be an orphan before the age of 28.