No More Drama In My Life

So, it seems the craziness really will never end. I haven't had the time to blog in weeks, but I've been trying to catch up with everyone else and comment here and there.

I got promoted and got a raise at work, finally! So that is really exciting and makes me feel better about all the work I've been doing. I basically don't have any new responsibilities, it was just based on everything I was already doing. Win, win.

So much other stuff has happened, but I'll just start with this week.

Tuesday I was on a conference call with Mick and two of my sales reps. Everything was going good for about the first ten minutes. Then Mick went to open and Excel sheet and got confused. He just stared at it and stopped talking. There was about two minutes of silence while the reps were waiting on the other line. When Mick finally started to speak, it didn't make sense. He was talking nonsense.

It was pretty clear that something was wrong. I thought he was having a stroke. I took over on the call and took the first opportunity to get off the phone. By the time I got out of Mick's office, both reps had called and left messages on my phone and with my assistant.

I ran to get another lady in my office and called the reps back while she went to talk to Mick. When I got off the phone she was coming out of his office, and agreed that he was not OK. We called the emergency number in our building, and eventually the paramedics arrived. Mick didn't understand what was going on and didn't want to go to the hospital, but finally they talked him into leaving.

This is one of the scariest things I have ever witnessed. My heart was pounding and I was shaking. It's Friday and I'm still a little shaken.

The next day, Mick called me from his hospital room. He had three blood clots in his brain that caused him to have mini strokes. He was still having a hard time with his speech, but he sounded better. Last night they let him go home.

I just wonder if he'll ever be the same. I've never known someone who had a stroke and came out of it good as new. And it's really sad because Mick's wife and kids don't even live in this state. He's only like 57 years old, that's too young to end up disabled, let alone all by himself.

The past two weeks at work have kicked my ass, and after everything that happened with Mick, I am drained. I think I'll drink a bottle of wine tonight. All by myself. The whole bottle.