no shit. my dad calls me at 7 last night and sez he's gonna be late coming home from work and to tell some dude that he was expecting to visit that he'll take a raincheck. cool cool. so i head out to play some indoor. check my phone after (11pm) and find like 20 billion missed calls from mum. apparently, he had fin work at 4, gone to the docs and was ambo'd to the hospital. they admitted him and held him there for 6hrs then sent him home. first thing he did when he got home was to fill up a glass with scotch. by the time i get home he's passed out drunk on the couch.
for added context, he's had a major heart attack last year.