Doctors, Again.

My dad's hanging out in the emergency room at the Heart Hospital today. They really should set up some sort of frequent flier type program, I'm pretty sure my family would find it quite beneficial. I'm not exactly sure what's going on, my step-mother called me a few hours ago and told me that some routine tests had come back this afternoon showing his cardiac enzymes were a bit elevated, and the doctor suggested that they head over to the shiny new heart hospital to have that checked out. It clearly wasn't that big of an emergency because they waited about 3 hours before being called in. I'll update when I know more, but that's what's going on right now.

An update, as promised.

So after 4 hours in the emergency room the attending physician told my dad that everything looked absolutely fine (as he's told him about 7 thousand times). The doctor said there was a "glitch" in the original tests that sent them to the hospital to begin with and that he would give my dad a stress test next week if it would put his mind at ease. Since my dad has been totally paranoid about heart attacks (his dad had 5) his entire life he went ahead and scheduled the stress test. So, everything is fine and there's nothing to worry about and my dad will just have to find something else to fret about. I'm sure it won't take long...