My Best Friend

I've written on here before about my best friend at work. She's the Special Ed teacher assigned to my inclusion class. We're both avid readers with similar tastes and we're always giving each other books (Okay--she gives me books; I lend her books. It works for us.) I'm her shoulder; she's mine.

Today she was taken from her home in an ambulance. She woke up, got dressed, and walked into the living room and started speaking gibberish to her daughter. Her daughter checked her pulse and blood pressure and both were sky high. My friend has no memory of this--she only remembers waking up in the hospital. She called me from the hospital, speaking with slurred speech and making little sense at times. At other times, she made sense, but the slurred speech was always there.

They think she's had a stroke, but they're not sure. She's been sent from our community hospital to a large teaching hospital about an hour away for more tests.

I'm so worried about her. She's 61 years old. She wanted to teach another year or two before she retired. She may not have that option anymore.