In the late evening on May 10, Peter collapsed, and although he said he was fine, we couldn’t get him off the floor. The EMT’s (who are amazing, but have been here too often) took him to the hospital, and it wasn’t until 2:00 a.m. that the ER doctor was able to tell me anything.
It seemed that Peter had a mild stroke, but because of all his other issues, they couldn’t do all the testing they would have preferred to do at that time.
Jeremy flew up to be with me on Wednesday. He can make me laugh even in the darkest situation, although he too was very concerned.
It looks like my amazing husband who said he would never go to rehab again will go early next week. Despite his condition, his nurse Nikki told me that going into his room always brightens her day.
He’s been doing that for me for fifty-six years.