Holiday Drama

This Thanksgiving was pretty good. There was not really any drama, but there were a couple of scares. My brother has been having problems with his heart and his blood pressure is way higher than it should be for someone his age. His doctor even told him that he is a stroke waiting to happen. He has also developed a condition of having panic attacks, and they really scare him because he says they make him feel like he is going to die. When he had his first one, he didn't know what was happening. He thought he was having a heart attack so he called 911 and two ambulances came to our house and took him to the ER. They said everything was pretty much fine with him, besides his high blood pressure. He had another panic attack over Thanksgiving break, except it was when he was driving on his way home from Georgia. He had to pull over and once again called an ambulance. My parents had to drive all the way to Columbus to go get him from the hospital, and my dad had to drive his camaro home. I didn't even know my dad knew how to drive a stick (but I guess that's a dumb thought because every guy I think knows how), but apparently everybody in my family but me knows how to. I just didn't think about it because it was my mom who taught my brother how to drive a stick. Anyway..On the way home with my mom, my brother called me because he needed someone to talk to because he was feeling another panic attack coming on. I came home that night and arrived home maybe a minute before they finally got home. My brother was glad to see me because I am the only one who really understands him. I used to have panic attacks, so I can help him learn how to cope with them. Right now, he is doing much better. He is learning how to stop his panic attacks from happening. Other than that, I think the only other drama was all the food from Thanksgiving was gone by the next day and we had no leftovers :( But I guess it's inevitable to keep food around when you have eight people in the house, 3 of which can eat a dinner for 4 by themselves. Oh yea, and it was kind of dramatic when my grandma, uncle, and brother went back to Georgia. My brother tells me he hates it over there because he can never have any privacy. My grandma is always hovering over him, checking up on him every 5 minutes. He looked so depressed when he was getting ready to leave; I felt bad for him. But he will be back home soon for Christmas/New Years break. He gets a whole month off.