To my dismay and disbelief, however, no one responded to the deafening shrill of the alarm
It was a Tuesday when I first started to feel ill. The aches and the chills increased by the hour.
On Wednesday, I took the rare step of canceling my classes at Touro College, something I hadn’t done even during the height of Covid.
By Thursday, I was running a high fever and schlepped myself to the local Medi Center for a chest X-ray. After my son Shaya (an NP) and two local doctors looked at the X-ray, they ordered me to go to straight to the hospital.
The tzaddikim of Hatzolah loaded me into the ambulance and off we sped to the ER of a local hospital, my wife following the ambulance in her car. Upon arrival at the medical center, I was placed on a gurney in an already-overcrowded hallway. In fact, every corridor of the ER was crowded with gurneys.
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