So I'm at the police academy. Finally made it. A dream realized.
We have to do testing every week. If you get below passing you have to email your chief or sheriff, the head of your department. They're easy tests, multiple choice. You pay attention in class and you have it.
Except some people don't. Some people just don't test well. It happens.
The gentleman I sat next to is 59 years old. Goes to the gym every day, has one of those bodies that looks like a triangle on it's point. Massive chest, no waist, clearly spends a lot of time in the gym. He's a good man, knows what he's doing. But written tests get into his head and he just can't seem to pass. He's failed the past two. I know it's bothered him and I've been offering to help him study. He told me he'd think about it and we went out for a PT stress test. Interval training designed to raise the heartrate. He does well. Hell, better than me.
We all go in for more training. A few minutes pass and he drops to the floor.
He had a heart attack. We heard they had to do an emergency quadruple bypass. He's stable, but you know. It was a heart attack and emergency surgery.
So yeah. Bad day at school.
Get home. I only get to come home on the weekends. This is the week the Missus works and I don't have my kids. Got sat down and was told that her yearly cancer screening test was not clean. We haven't been told exactly what that means. Her doctor's appointment is another 2 weeks away.
Bad day at home.