So I almost died tonight.
At least the Mrs and my best friend thought so.
My bestie turned 50 during quarantine, and we weren’t hanging out over the last year. So since we all got our 2nd shot, we decided to take him out to a good steak house to celebrate.
We did it up proper. Stuffed mushrooms, a giant dry aged New York a strip, fresh bread, baked potato, salad, a few martinis, and a chocolate moose thing. I got a double espresso with dessert. So I started feeling kinda flush and light headed during dessert, and apparently, I glazed over and slumped over onto the the Mrs’ shoulder, eyes still open. I don’t remember that part, or the conversation, or them calling 911. I guess I was out of it for about a minute. EMS showed up as I was coming back into my own. They asked a bunch of questions, checked my BP, blood sugar, and hooked me up to an EKG. All the results were good, and they didn’t think I needed to go to the hospital.
I think it was waaaay too much rich food after mowing my lawn and the neighbors today, and it was warm in the restaurant and I had a bunch of layers on too.
If I was going to kick it, it seems like a decent way to go; after a great meal with my 2 best friends. After all, I’d want to haunt them anyway for outliving me.
I feel good now, just still really full from the meal.