Uncle's in the hospital. Heart attack maybe, enlarged heart possibly, atrial fibriliation definitely.
Thank Buddha I conked asleep at 1 in the morning because I was wide-eyed at around 9. That's when My Father woke me up and told me not that my uncle was in the hospital, but that I should check up on him because he's sick. Two things wrong with this: 1) He said it in his typical whiny way, and 2) he gave me no indication that my uncle was actually in the hospital. I thought this was a waste of time; Uncle's probably at home asleep. That's why I didn't take it so seriously at first.
I visited his house and left a couple voicemails; only then did his sister-in-law (which would make him my aunt -- wow, today I got another aunt!) who told me, in English worse than even My Father's, that he was in the hospital. If I bring this up with him he'll tell me he told me he was at the hospital, which he didn't. That's why I won't bring it up.
Anyway, my uncle's a little scared, but he's better now. I hope it's nothing too serious. Pray for him.
Anyhoo, while I was in the parking lot at the hospital to go in, I get a call from My Mother. She wanted me to go to the bank. I asked her if it could wait.
"Can you go to the bank and then visit him at the hospital?"
Bitch. This is why we're so goddamn unsensitive as a family.
By the way, I said, "Sure," then marched right into the hospital. Went to the bank afterwards -- there was money still there to get, for crissakes.
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