Over a month ago and in the early morning I was struck with rapidly intensifying chest pains, vomiting, and fainting (not necessarily in that order). It got so bad that the Missus called 911 and before I knew it, 4 firemen and 2 paramedics were in my bedroom.
I ended up being transported to the local hospital and then admitted to a second one for various heart tests. At this point they don't know the cause of the big show. But that's not the point of this post.
What I was struck by was the calm, caring, and very professional attitude shown by everyone I came in contact with during my journey through the medical process. Despite being the middle of the night the first round of staff were chipper, friendly, and very responsive. Who can be so awake at 3 a.m.? The follow on day shift nurses and doctors were equally so.
The Missus was wonderful and caring, responding to the crisis with efficiency and staying by my side. Sons and daughter gathered at bedside, and younger daughter checked in from the west coast.
It is at times like this that I am reminded how lucky we all are that we have people who want to help strangers like myself.
I am doubly lucky to have such a loving and caring family. We don't know what we have until it is put on the line.
Thanks to all.