The attendant in the paramedic's van told the driver to turn on the lights and the sirens wailed into the evening night. My blood pressure was dropping to nearly nothing and I could feel my self dipping into the sea of possiblities, I wanted to close my eyes and let the angels carry me away to that place in the ever after but somethiing deep inside told me to stay alert, to be aware and conscious and so I rejected the urge to dose off. They were taking the surface streets instead of the freeway and I recall wondering why. I thought of all the neighbors who flocked out to watch them haul me out of the house when the big fire truck rolled up. I was starting to perk up again as the IV cooly flowed up my arm.
I was soon at the ER and it did not take long for me to recover and my blood pressure returned to normal and remained constant. I was in a good mood then and joked with the doctor as they ran every test they could think of doing. This was the first time I was ever transported to a emergency room in my whole life and I did not like the idea that I had fallen into such a state of exsistance. None the less the test showed that everything was fine and that I just had wha they call a fainting spell, perhaps due to the sudden rise in temperatures here as summer arrived. He told me to eat more meat and drink lots of water (normally I drink coffee). No prescriptions required.
I asked the doc to unhook the IVs stuck in my arm so I could walk around and to my surprise the did it. The last test came back from the lab and he released me. It was midnight then, a while from the time the 911 call was made at my request.
When I got home all we had was some beef hot dogs and I doubted if they really had beefy meat in them at all, but the landlady had called to see how I was and to my suprise the next morning arrived with some bags of meaty food for me to consume - to hold me over till next payday. She remarked "stay healthy because I don't want to go to the trouble of finding a new renter".