It happened at work. His wife recounted that at the end of the workday, he called and said he felt a bit tired and rested a bit. About an hour later, the wife had not heard back so she phoned him. The husband managed to return the call but with some difficulty. He could't move his body. An ambulance trip later, he's in the hospital with a blood clot on his nape.
He's been in the hospital since. We were among the first people they called on for help and I missed the call. I feel terrible about it. That's bugged me for a while now.
At the same time, this incident has made me think of the many things that will change from now on with their family. One day you're with friends enjoying a good chat, the next day you're lying on a hospital bed.
That missed call really bugs me.
