On April 27th I had a routine doctor's appointment. They did an EKG and sent me to the ER in an ambulance. That was the first time I was conscious in an ambulance. They paramedics were great young men.
My first ambulance ride they sent too pretty little lady paramedics. I told them "You are going to need help; I can't get up" I was unconscious not long after the fire truck arrived. I don't even remember going to the hospital the next time. Both times I woke up in my hospital room days later.
Back to this last ride. Thursday evening in Franklin Square Hospital's Emergency Room. Southeastern Baltimore County has more than its share of whackos and addicts. It looked more like an insane asylum to me. You could make a reality TV show. If you like reality TV, personally I don't. I was lucky not to have to wait in the waiting room. My poor wife had to wait until they got me situated and she could come in the back with me. You should hear her tell of her wait! My wife is a funny lady. Especially with her Hungarian/Baltimore accent.

And she does not suffer fools gladly!
I was uncomfortable, a little short on breath and sweating for about a half hour. I was ok, I've had this before, no big deal. They told me I had had a heart attack, probably more than one. I don't believe them, but they said bloodwork and EKGs don't lie.
They did something, I'm not sure what. I can't hear people wearing masks. They know what they are doing, my wife was comfortable with it. I have not had any issues since. My sleep is still erratic, but I have not woken up "uncomfortable" since. I still get sleepy at the usual time of 6pm. I don't always sleep more than four-five hours. That was normal for me for most of my life. These last few years I have been sleeping almost 8 hours at night. Until this started that is.
On May second, my Mom's birthday. She would have been 91. I went back to see the cardiologist. He said my EKG was "not dangerous" and I was ok to drive.
Now I must go on Wednesday morning May 10th for something else and again in July for something else. I have paperwork explaining it all. My wife thinks it is all good. I trust them. I did not work hard for long in college. I trust the experts. I was too busy "perking and working and having a ball!" It's a good thing I made all that money and I'm cheap. These medical emergencies get to be expensive!
I'm sorry I have not said anything sooner. If I have been "off" that is why, forgive me. I really don't like to talk about it. I want to get it over with and move on.
That has been the story of my life, one catastrophic health problem after another. I'll weather this storm; I have been through worse. They did not send a priest to give me last rites this time. It can't be too bad.
Now you know why I love living in southeast Baltimore. Life is cheap, medical bills are not. On the bright side I have health insurance this time! I can't wait to see what the co-pays are going to be.