UPDATE: I am beyond wiped out right now.

After his little episode this morning, I went to work as usual. I called Zedushka every hour to make sure he was OK. I called at 8:30, 9:30 and 10:30 and then he told me to stop calling.

I left work early to pick up our grandson who is spending the holiday with us. We got home at 1:45.

Zedushka is passed out in his chair.

Called EMS AGAIN. This time I am ready to go to the hospital. His sugar is 37. EMS pushes more sugar in him. We get his doctor on the phone, and the doc says just make sure he keeps eating. We don’t need to go to the hospital. For now.

All because a 64 year old man forgot to feed himself.

Meanwhile my grandson, 15 year old kid, has to witness all this. I have to remember not to say FUCK in front of him.