Fred is in the hospital. He wasn’t feeling well and decided to go to bed. He went to the garage to feed the critters. Then he started to come up the two steps into the kitchen, when he passed out. He landed in the kitchen on his face. He was out cold. I couldn’t rouse him. I tried to bend over to make sure he was breathing. He had turned an ashen gray. When I reached to take his glasses off, his eyes fluttered open.

Fred sat up a moment later, looking around, trying to figure out what happened. He told me he was fine and wanted to go to bed. He just wanted to sleep. I told him no. I took his blood pressure, which was really high. He wasn’t making sense, mixing up words and not remembering names.

I called Emily to come over, then I called his brother, David. He is an EMT. He brought his medical kit and took Fred’s vitals. His blood pressure was returning to a more normal beat, but still high. David and his wife, Joanne, took Fred to the hospital. Emily spent the night with me.

So far the tests haven’t shown anything. He is having an MRI this morning.

I’m holding my breath. This is very,very scary.