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I've just had a 'phone call from my mother telling me that my 60-something, otherwise fit and healthy father has just been admitted to the local CCU with a pulse in the 30's and feeling a bit "funny".
That he drove to the GP who told him to pack a bag and present at A+E and then drove home is testament to the fact he doesn't feel unwell, per se.
But from what I could gather from my mother on the 'phone he doesn't have a P wave on his ECG. And a borderline troponin. So they're hanging onto him over night and talking about maybe a pacemaker as a treatment.
I know that without all the facts any research I do is just so much guesswork and I'm bound to focus on the worst possible diagnosis I can find. But I don't know what else to do. Mother told me she would call tomorrow to let me know what the consultant said after the ward round tomorrow morning.
All I can do is wait, bury my nose in Kumar and Clarke and feel a little bit nauseous. I think it's the nerd in me that finds this the easiest way to try and process being told this kind of thing, even down to feeling annoyed I can't see his ECG for myself. My friend Hazel suggested it was the alpha male in me - something which made me smile as I don't think anyone has ever described me as an alpha male in my life.
I guess it also goes someway to explaining why I ended up in medical school.
This is not a great feeling at all.