Sitting bored spitless in Ontario, California, waiting on a delivery, low and behold my trainer had an “episode.” He been sick for a few days and looked bad enough that I thought “the call” would be in order. So I dialed 911.
He didn’t fight it, and off the went to the hospital he went. It appears to be a blood sugar problem and word is he was close to a diabetic coma.
So here I still sit in Ontario California, waiting for an escort vehicle that will escort me to a secure yard. I think they should just let me pick up another load, but they’re still not letting me make the rules.
UPDATE: I later learned his blood sugar level was 600. I’m told this equates to death. Dude owes me.