Scare and not yet Halloween

Pop-pop gave me a good scare today.  My poor Pop-pop woke up dizzy, light-headed, dry heaving and nauseous.  My Nini called my uncle Stu, told him what was going on and he told her to hang up and dial 911.  His symptoms could have been stomach flu but also could have been a heart attack. 

They ran tests and everything came back without any significant results.  He's going to a cardiologist to follow up and make sure nothing is really wrong.  I was one of the first to know because I was planning on fixing him a big birthday dinner with his favorite cake - white cake with cream cream icing both laced with coconut rum and coconuts.  I picked him and Nini up from the emergency room and took them home. He was feeling well enough to gripe about the ambulance driver's driving through construction and school zones.  He said that they sang him Happy Birthday while running the tests.  Oh yeah today is his 77th birthday.  I told him he should have gotten a balloon for spending his birthday in the emergency room. 

I had been thinking about my grandpa a lot and then this happens.  I know I wouldn't appreciate my Pop-pop the most out of the grandkids if it wasn't for me not being there for my grandpa when I wanted to.

Tomorrow I'm supposed to take Kevin back home for his disability evaluation.  I think I'm just going to head straight back so I can be here if I need to be.  And I do have a test so nobody's talking me out of it.  If we leave by 2-3pm I should be back by 10-11pm at the latest.  That way I have Thursday morning to study and I am here in case they need me. 

I guess tonight Clint and I will go pick out pumpkins to carve probably Sunday.  You really don't know what you're missing til you lose it. Then it's gone.  Please keep my Pop-pop in your prayers.  I have nightmares about him going before Nini and her being put in a home.  I also have them about the same thing except I move in with her and Kevin and Clint leaves me.  Last night my nightmares were about zombies eating my poor Phebes.  Clint laughed about it asking me how old I was.  Now I must write a German essay, fill out a French and German study guide, and make up a study guide for Personal Finance.