I had a bit of a crazy weekend. I was owed time off and decided to take it last Thursday and Friday thinking I'd be able to finish up some Christmas shopping, finish unpacking my apartment and go to some holiday parties. Instead I got a call from my mom Thursday afternoon telling me my dad was in the hospital and that it may have been another heart attack.

He had one in February of 1999 and had bypass surgery as a result. Things had been going along just fine until then, but for the past couple of weeks, I'd noticed him looking a little less like himself. Turned out he did have a mild heart attack and had to spend the weekend in the hospital. I rented a car, grabbed my sister and we all headed home for the weekend.

He's back home and doing well. They had to readjust his meds and he has to make a few lifestyle changes, but he's ok. I'm so relieved. I'm still a little on guard - in my mind we're still in a little bit of a wait and see phase to make sure his heart rate doesn't start going too fast again.

Needless to say, I'm exhausted from the stress and worry, but my daddy's ok.