Sam calls 911 and soon the fire department and EMT’s have busted into your father’s home and are on the phone. You’re sister has taken charge at this point and she is on the phone with the paramedics in one ear and you in the other. You have called your brother in Houston and instructed him that he must get in his car and start driving the 160 miles to Austin.
“He may have missed his medication,” you can hear Tay telling the EMT. “He has cardio vascular disease and hypertension.” She continues to document your father’s maladies and the various medications he takes for each. This goes on for a few moments and then she says, “Yes, I’m a physician. So is he. He is retired.”
Sam call on the other line. She thinks she should go to the hospital. She is the only person in town and someone should be there.
“I don’t want you to go,” you say. “I’ve been there during this kind of thing. It’s not pretty. He can be a real mess and there’s nothing you can do anyway.”
“I know,” she says. “But someone has to be there,”
She insists and before you know it she is arranging for your neighbor Jerri to come over and watch the kids. Tay informs you that the paramedics are en route to the hospital because his blood pressure is dangerously high.
“He could have a stroke,” she says.
Doug calls.
“I’m just leaving town,” he says. “How’s dad?”
“I don’t know,” you reply. “Bad I guess.”

There is nothing wrong – everything is wrong. The test don’t show anything. Tay says it is the drugs.
“He’s a junkie,” she says flatly. “And when he stops taking the pills – or forgets to take the pills – it can be a real problem.”
Yeah, you think. No shit.