Well hell

Sorry to have fallen off the wagon with my green posts.

I found out yesterday that my brother had. had open heart surgery on Monday and didn't bother to tell us.

Jackass went in about a month ago and they tried to put stints in a couldn't. Oh and he didn't tell us that either. Apparently he has known he had a heart problem for about 8 years and didn't do anything about it or really tell anyone. He had a small heart attack in California when they were on vacation 8 years ago and had to be transported by ambulance off a mountain. At the hospital they told him he had a heart attack and they wanted to do the stints then and there. He said no and left the hospital without really telling even his wife the extent of the problem. Ass hat flew back home a few days later and still kept it to himself. Finally the pressure in his chest got to be to much and he saw a Dr. here. He was actually scheduled to have the surgery a week or so ago but had a cold, so he went to bike week in Daytona instead.

I must say even though I am pissed that he didn't tell us til after, he is doing really well and for that I am thankful.

To top it off he asked me to go and get some meds for his sickly dog Peter and go by his house to give them to him, since he obviously couldn't. I went to the vet and to Walgreens to get the meds then headed to his house. I was just gonna pick up Peter because the meds had some pretty bad side effects and I wanted to have him with me in case something went wrong. (Peter is in an advanced stage of liver failure) So when I get there and go in I find sweet Peter on the floor having a grand mal seizure. At this point I am wicked thankful that my mom is with me. I scooped Peter up and we shot to the vet. It took a crazy amount of drugs to make him stop seizing. I knew enough when I saw him to know this was really, really not good. We left Peter at the vet for a while with the promise to come and get him before they closed. When we got back he was still comatose but trying to seize despite the drugs. We talked to the vet and then broke down and called my brother in the hospital. Because we knew if Peter was allowed to come back around at all he would begin seizing again and would do so until he passed. With much sobbing and some soul searching, the decision was made to euthanize him. He was as comfortable as they could make him with his meds, snuggled in a blanket and with me stroking his ears, and telling him how much his daddy loved him he passed on.

Needless to say my Tuesday pretty much sucked rocks.

So I am hoping that St Patricks Day proves to be a damn sight better than yesterday.

Happy St Pats everyone.