A morning without coffee.

     I'm here alone today as you may have noticed.  What?  You read the title.  The absence of my beloved coffee is by choice at the moment.  But I am getting ahead of myself.

     The day after Labor day.  An easy day at work, had come home, had dinner, (don't remember if I cooked or not), watched some television and went to bed about midnight.  

THAT'S WHEN IT HAPPENED!!!  (suppose I could improve that with a dark stormy night).

      There was a loud thud.  No not from outside.  It jolted me literally awake.  My defibrillator had fired. Now since I've had it, I've taken it very lightly.  Especially when it fired.  Mostly because I was doing something physical when it went off.  But this time, it went off in my sleep.  I knew that was very bad.

     Got up, guessing my sister heard me yelp.  Explained that I was going to the E.R.  You see when the device fires you are always supposed to go to the hospital or something.  Like I said, there'd always been a reason before.  Furthermore I'd always explained that if it ever went off on its own while I was doing nothing, then of course I'd head to the E.R.

     Sister couldn't drive, had taken half a pain pill, brother in law? Drunk.  So yes I drove myself.  A technical no no.  Went to the nearest hospital, nice thing, they have valet parking for their E.R.  Yes the place is just that big.

     Walked in, waited in line of course.  Funny thing here is it is the same E.R. we'd taken my sister to the week prior.  So I knew how it would be.  For me they put me in a wheel chair and took me inside.  Personally I was almost astonished that it wasn't more full of people after midnight on a Friday.  

     Oh there they were, on the other side.  So I got the royal treatment, straight to my own room, with a t.v.  Then a flurry of people and questions that you answer before they give you a chance to think.  Hooking me up to their cardio monitor and such.  I explained I was just fine.

     I would have to wait for the interrogation.

-Later