I was in the salon chair, getting a Dominican blowout in Brooklyn. Two hours from my meeting with my publisher.
Suddenly lost all vision in my left eye. Dizzy. Sounds became distant. Could barely remember my name. Seeing stars. Passing out….
Stylist called 911. Ambulance. Emergency room.
Missed my meeting.
Could be a very bad migraine. Not sure yet. Writing this from my hospital bed on my android. A woman wretches to my left. On my right, another woman soils her pants. Both are old, with loving sons at their sides. One woman groans in Russian. The other groans in Italian.
Life is funny. Unpredictable. Scary.
On the bright side I now know what suffering sounds like in a dozen new languages, and the Ukrainian nurse loves my cowgirl boots…she says she wants to move to Colorado.
You haven’t really lived until you’ve thought you were dying in a NYC emergency room….