With school just around the corner, of course I got a phone call from my mother yesterday, to let me know that my grandfather was on his way to my ER. Apparently he fell in the garage and instead of calling an ambulance, my grandmother spent an hour trying to rally the neighbors to help her pick him up. To make a long story short, his troponin was 0.13, indicative for myocardial injury. Basically, he either had a mild heart attack that caused him to fall or he gave himself a mild heart attack by struggling to get up off the floor for an hour. I'm pretty sure the two of them will send me to an early grave and outlive everyone else. I'm not ready for this kind of stress again!
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