Story time from the book:
For the past 20+ years, I have spent the opening weekend of the NFL in a sportsbook, either as an employee or as a customer.
This year, we tried something different...
This past Sunday, I was on the 8th floor of a hospital in Las Vegas, watching..
the Raiders play the Panthers. The monitor was 16” and I was in the room by myself, except when I had a nurse or doctor come visit.
Obviously, this wasn’t my first choice, but I was never happier to be watching football in my life...
The timeline of events that led to this...
was I went to sleep Thursday night after finishing a phone call with a friend around 1:30am.
I woke up at 7:15am Friday unable to speak and limited motor skills.
Mrs Consig was on her way to work, and the Consig kids took action. Got me “lay down and breathe” while they were...
on the phone with 911. They were asking me questions but I could not get a word out...somehow, they stayed calm and held it together
Medics arrived, got me in an ambulance and to the hospital...a CT scan showed a blood clot on my brain, and they were going to go get it...
In surgery immediately, then next thing I know, I wake up...
In a room, cold as can be, and dark as night...
“Am I dead?” was my first thought..
I moved my right arm and touched my head...so, ok, that’s a good sign.
Then, to no one in particular, I blurt out “what the fuck...
just happened??”
Holy shit!!! I can talk.
Now, can somebody turn on the heat a little up in this mutha??
In walks a little man in a hazmat suit, glasses and a mask.
“Hello, Da-Veed, my name is GP. Do you know where you are at?”
Hospital? (Going out on a limb)...
GP leaned in and goes, “You are in the ICU recovery. You had a major stroke, and we removed a blood clot from your brain. Your daughters called 911 and saved your life.”
Took a deep breath. Wow. Even with GP’s Italian accent, it was clear. It was my lucky day.
Can I see them?
“I am sor-reee Da-Veed, there are no vee-zee-tors due to the Covid. But will call dem for you. Are you sure you are able to talk?”
GP, what does that stand for?
“I am from Italy, and my name is GianPaulo, but everybody calls me GP.”
Well, GP, I love the name GianPaulo and if..
you don’t mind, I’m going to call you that. I need the practice talking, apparently I just had a major stroke.
GP looked at me and said “you are talking good and making jokes already. Zat is good. I will call your wife now.”
My guy GianPaulo smiled and dialed the number...
I had butterflies like a 16 year old kid calling a girl for the first time...
The phone rang, and Mrs Consig clearly didn’t recognize the number...
She answered hesitantly..”Hello?”
“Heyyyyyy”
[more to come later]
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