My dear friend Steve Thompson had a bad time last night. He was rushed in the middle of the evening to Mount Sinai in Miami to determine the cause of his problem.

Steve, Cindy and I were to meet at The Grand at 4 for Happy Hour. I was there on time. Steve and Cindy never showed.  Suddenly there were ambulance and other emergency sirens. They could be heard loud and clear in the bar.

I had a bad feeling in my gut. Steve? He’s on in his years and has his problems. He has passed out 3-4 times this past year. Never diagnosed. He treats with the Vets facility in Orlando.

As he parked the car on Duval near The Grand, he had another.

I went out. They had Steve on a stretcher. He was out cold. He was being placed in an ambulance.

I finished my bite to eat and headed up to the Key West Hospital. I was concerned. Knew he was facing a couple of hours of testing in the emergency room. Also knew they would not let me in to see him since I was not family. I was correct. The emergency room staff would not get word to Cindy I was there either. I was told I should connect with her by cell phone. Problem was I did not have her number. Only, Steve’s. And no one was answering his phone.

No big deal. I was only there for moral support. Assumed Cindy for some reason might walk into the emergency room waiting room.

I waited 1 and 1/2 hours and then left. Everyone sick. Coughing, sneezing and I don’t know what. Others looked like they were ready to die.

I am fearful of illness since my heart problems earlier this year. I admit it. I am paranoid. I could not stay. Had to get out of there. Did not want to get sick!

I was wearing a face mask. I carry one in the car for infrequent needed use. The waiting room was one of those times.

About 10, Cindy telephoned. Steve was sleeping. They shot him up. He was having bursts of being out of control and fighting everyone. They thought his problem was neurological. They were sending him to Mount Sinai in Miami by ambulance as soon as Cindy was ready.

Cindy was on the way home via cab to get some things. Their car still parked on Duval. I told her I would drive her back to the hospital. It became a midnight trip. Cindy was concerned, but under control. I got home sometime after midnight.

I will keep you up to date as I learn more.

At the moment, I am tired. I am generally in bed by 9 and asleep by 9:30. Last night, also. Cindy’s call woke me and of course I dressed for the midnight run to the hospital. I am tired at the moment. Exhausted. No longer accustomed to late hours.

Steve is in the best place. I know from my heart experience. They will figure out what is wrong with him and fix him up.

My blog is short this morning. For obvious reasons. I have to move. Neurophysiotherapy at 9. Do not want to miss it. It is helping.

Say a quiet prayer for Steve. The older I get, the more I come to believe in these things.

Enjoy your day!

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