I suffered a mini stroke - transient ischemic attack - in the Lenox MARTA Statin last week. Two MARTA workers quickly assisted me and called for an ambulance to transport me to Grady Hospital, where I spent four days seeking to control a racing, out-of-rhytm heartbeat. With a fistful of prescriptions, I was allowed to go home last Thursday.
Grady and MARTA, two cornerstones of Atlanta, saved me from permanent brain damage and possible death. My four days in Grady was an adventure; the venerable teaching hospital on the edge of downtown is a mini-city with varied subsets of workers of different skills.
The world is a different place these days. Things that seemed important no longer are, and I'm more thankful for each second of each day.
More will be forthcoming later. Another Atlanta springtime is already here.