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Chapter 2 Celebrations Saturday, October 1st started out
in the late dawn with a slight chill of an early fall in the air and the weather
was enough to stay warm with just a sweat shirt covering my long sleeve work
shirt. To warm the early chill running through my sleepy body, I bought a
hot cup of coffee at our local corner store. I was the one of the very few
asked to work from
The beautifully dressed wife and I decided
to celebrate our third anniversary of vows at a Chi-Chi's Mexican restaurant
with our wonderful neighbor friends joining us. Pulling away in my Ford
Explorer, that still shined from the detailed washing I gave from the day
before, I very gently put the peddle to the meddle heading off to an evening of
fun with lots of money I earned. On route, I kept glancing and eying my
wife's smile. Arriving at the restaurant and making our
request for a booth seating the four of us, we found our way to the bar area
waiting to be escorted to our requested table. Everyone ordered his or her
alcohol beverage, while I ordered a pop because I still felt sick. Hiding
my worsening symptoms our table was called. Settling in at our
booth, I ordered a cold beer with my meal ignoring my symptoms because this
sudden illness started to piss me off. My symptoms started to be noticed
by others at the booth because when I was dropping my utensils and my words were
slurring as if I was drunk. My wife's concerned voice ask me quickly, "Are you okay?" Slurring the word with a quick "Yes!" At the same time, I was waving the waitress over to request
an order in for another cold beer. I insisted on having my dessert, (fried
ice-cream) before everyone finished his or her dinner and eating it as if it was
my last supper. While eating my
dessert, I felt my eyes go blurry then I started seeing double. Without
finishing my dessert, my wife grabbed me by the hand insisting something is
wrong by the way, my eyes were acting. On the way to the checkout, it all
started over again, except this time, the left side of body went numb causing me
to fall backwards. Of course, the restaurants salad bar saved me from
falling backwards onto my back. Gathering my bearings, I felt all of
the other people in the restaurant’s eyes staring at me as if I was a drunken
idiot. Finally, the four of us gathered around my truck and I agreed with
all of them to go get checked out at the hospital, now! |