Should keep running to stay ahead of mortality...

I am resting at home today, it seemed like a normal Wednesday, bought my winning Lotto tickets, rode the bus to the dock (I was too late to walk) got on the ferry, said good morning, read a little, nodded off into a nap, awoke and thought about work. I wake up to two staff asking me if I was all right. Sure, I said, why did something happen? One thought I had a seizure, one thought I might have fainted. I figured my blood pressure was too low or my heart had stopped, but it hadn't. No, I hadn't fallen nor hit my head, they were on top of my lapse.

I got up and walked the quarter mile to the prison, went inside ready to open the library and one of my saviors decided I had to go to the Medical floor and get checked on (wrong answer, the Fire Department has all the trained staff for staff medical emergencies and will evacuate if needed) anyway, I went when prodded - you don't know but getting old is the pits sometimes, but the alternative isn't a known. Most of what I felt uncomfortable about was the attention, nurse tried to find blood pressure (she was starting to worry me - her stress level) the doctor asked about my normal heart rate. About forty to fifty beats I answered. He was okay with me going to see my doctor, a departing nurse hovered over my exit from the island, the fire department driver took us to the boat, and all along the way I was the center of attention, since the radio calls had been shared by all. Sigh, people that have never said hello (remember that I hardly talk to anyone) asked how I felt, was I okay and hoped it was nothing to worry about. Me, too.

I felt good enough to drive to the doctors, to report and go home to monitor my condition, and except for spiders walking across the hairs remaining on my head I feel fine. At home I disturb my wife's work day - she is on the case and watching me like a hawk or mother hen, take your pick.