I had a scare....
Sunday, William did not have the best day. He was depressed and confused. I left him in bed to sleep and told him that I was going to the YMCA to swim.
The front staff come and find me in the pool. They tell me that somebody has called and said that William had a stroke.
I cannot breathe. Oh, No. Not another stroke! he is just getting a little better. What kind of set back will we have.
I try to call home but no answer. I throw on some dry clothes and drive home.
On my way home..I start to think. Who called??? Who knew where I was?? Only, William did. Perhaps it is not too bad. William had to tell somebody where I was. But, who called?
I drive up to the house and expect to see the ambulance. No ambulance?
What is going on?
I rush into the house.
William says "I need help to go to the bathroom."
William had called the YMCA and asked them to get me. He said that he told them that he had a stroke and wanted his wife. They had told him that he should call 911.
Miscommuncation. I lost 10 years of my life over that one.
William apologized for the scare.
I am so glad that is was not another stroke. That would have been a catastrophe. I don't know that I would have been able to handle that.
RUth
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