Last night I dreamt (in part) that I was at the doctor's office, and they told me that my heart valves were being damaged from the medication I was taking. This morning, my mom called to say that my dad had gotten angioplasty yesterday and a stent put in; he's apparently doing well, and should be home on Monday.
Dad was playing golf when he started getting chest pains, at the first hole - and they got worse as he was playing - but he finished all nine holes before going home and thence to the ER. Guh. That's so typical of my dad.