Waking up on Wednesday, it felt different. I woke up early and pushed myself and walked on our treadmill! I felt great!!!

Work went well Wednesday, and Wednesday evening, Erica and I had grilled flatbread with peaches, prosciutto and a balsamic glaze on our back deck, quite a life this 40 year old leads.

After dinner, and still feeling GREAT, Erica had said she wanted to go out back with Pearl, for our girl to do some recall and get some energy out. I decided to join them, smiling as I walked down our ramp watching my wife in her garden, flanked by her faithful companion.

As I slowed to exit the ramp, I remembered, ‘ugh game 2 of the Subway Series’. The Mets took the first game Tuesday night, I was hoping the Yanks would win the rubber game, because all day all I heard was ‘Max and Jake are better than Gerrit!!!!’ Okay, try again. ‘Alonso’s the best in New York City!!’ Two words, Aaron Judge.

I smiled over at my pregnant wife and dog. God, I’m lucky, I thought to myself, as I confidently reached in my pocket, fully expecting to see a Judge double or base hit.

That’s when I was being woken up in the back of an ambulance. ‘Justin, can you tell me who this beautiful lady is?’ (I’m gonna be honest here, in my delayed head, I think I thought he asked who my emergency contact was, and for years it had been my mother, Kathleen) 0-1.

Then, panic set in. Where were Erica and Pearl? That was when I had the brightest of ideas to stand up, which was met by a ‘whoa!’ and three EMTs bracing me and me sighing ‘what happened?’ 0-2

‘You had a seizure’ the tech explained. An MRI later revealed fluid on my brain. This will most like require a shunt to be put in my brain to divert and redistribute the fluid safely.

I’m not asking for sympathy here, but my only question is, why now? But, I’m not going to dwell on it, it’ll get fixed. If these last few days have taught me anything, it’s to appreciate everything and take nothing for granted.