What a crap weekend.
Floyd had a stroke. He woke up Saturday morning (Feb. 22, 2026) and made coffee. I sat down at the kitchen table and told him my plans for the day. He stammered and couldn’t get any words out – just mumbling and buzzing sounds.
I asked if he would be alright. He said he would. I should not have left for work, but I did.
I called him at home later. He said he wouldn’t be coming in as he was light-headed and had trouble thinking. I told him I’d call 911, and he agreed.
I met the paramedics at home. They did an assessment and found he likely had a stroke. They took him to the hospital where he had tests and found that he had a mini-stroke. He later rested at home.
The next day, today, he looks fine – no drooped face, no confusion, nearly normal speech. I’ll keep an eye on him. He’ll see the doctor soon.