Emergency Room Detour

It's been a while since I wrote, we had a fantastic 4th of July weekend with some company here at Camp.  After our company left on Tuesday, things got alittle crazy around here. We shared a lot of laughs while taking a little afternoon joyride, Bop showed me a lot of the old spots he used to stop at in this neck of the woods, as well as had plans to take me out to dinner.  He said I had worked so hard cooking all weekend with company here, I deserved a night off! LOL! It doesn't feel like work, I love to cook, and it's more fun to have people to enjoy the meals, but I will admit, a night off from the dishes is nice! (I'm used to Kevin doing the dishes all the time.) We came home to freshen up and have our usual 5 o'clock cocktail before heading out to Cavallario's in Alex Bay.  All is good, right? Yep, we had a fantastic dinner, Bop insisted I get lobster, and then we shared a HUGE hot fudge, turtle ice cream sundae... Bop drives a hard bargain to turn down dessert when we go out!  Still, all was well.  I went for a run, and came home to find Bop taking his usual nightly nap in his recliner.  When I woke  him up to go to bed, he got up and thought his leg had fallen asleep, but he tried to shake it off, and just went to bed.  I closed up and went to bed myself. The next morning is when everything got more serious.
Let me start by telling you that I am always up and downstairs before Bop gets up... this week on Wednesday morning, it wasn't so.  Here's the replay...
Bop: " Kristen!"
Me: Groggy and waking up
Bop: "Kristen, are you up?"
Me: "Sort of, what time is it?" I look at the clock, thinking I've slept the entire day away.
Bop: " I think I had a stroke, I think you need to take me to the emergency room and get checked out."
Me: Jump out of bed, "Are you serious?" Scramble for clothes, jump downstairs tell him I just need to put my contacts in.
Meanwhile, Bop is sitting at the kitchen table having his normal cup of coffee, sitting calmly.
Bop: "Yeah, I woke up this morning, my leg still feels heavy and my arm doesn't feel right, (and I notice his speech is alittle slurred), but don't rush, have your coffee first."
I skipped my coffee, and pulled the car up closer to the house, asked Bop if he wanted me to get his wheelchair which he declined and used his walker all the way out to the car. Ten minutes later we are pulling up to the ER and getting Bop checked out. Come back later for the next 48 hours of details.  I will tell you that Bop is okay and doing great!