That And A Heart Attack Will Kill Ya

I got a call today from my stepmother saying my dad had a heart attack yesterday. It's his second one. His first occured when he was in his mid 40's. And now...about 12 years later...he was hammered with another.

He's overweight and doesn't exercise. He did quit smoking back when he had his first, so he's slightly ahead of the game.

I reamed out my stepmother by initially telling her when will it be the last time I get a call saying he had a heart attack. I said he has to lose weight and exercise. I hadn't said anything before because I knew that they knew what to do and that it's hard and that they didn't need me lecturing them. But, now that I'm getting a call about his second heart attack, I told her I can't sit back and not say anything anymore.

I told her she needs to lose weight too. They can go for walks. Pick a diet and stick with it. Just stick with it.

I know how hard it is because I'm trying too and it's a pain in the ass to lose weight. But I don't want the next phone call to be that either one of them has had a heart attack. I want it to be the last call because they've pulled their shit together and lost the weight. I don't want it to be the last call because they're dead.

My brother is getting married this Sunday. At least my father will be well enough to attend. The fucker.