Just something to relieve the stress.

In the morning you might role over to look at the clock before grudgingly deciding to awake for the day. You might pick up your phone and scroll through the new messages, most of which are impersonal messages from twitter. Strangely enough there was also a missed phone call from your dad. You don't think much of it as you stumble half-blindly into the bathroom. But then your mind becomes more alert and you start to remember. Your dad told you last night that his fathers surgery was pushed up. They decided his surgery was important enough to risk a clot and forgo the planned month of blood thinners. Now that missed call seems rather important. You try to remain focused on your morning routine but your mind can't help but drift. When you return to your room, your phone, sitting haphazardly on the bed, is like an unwelcome beacon of attention. You choose to put the imminent phone call off and turn instead to your laptop. As you lay on your bed you realize that your heart is racing. It becomes exceedingly hard to distract yourself from the drumming in your chest. You dig your phone out from the strewn-about covers. Your now shakey hands makes scrolling to the proper number a challenge. Your dad answers sounding anxious. He hasn't heard yet either. So there is not yet any news, bad or good. But your damn heart won't stop its internal rampage.