So, in the middle of the snow storm, I get a phone call this morning from my mom who tells me my 88 year old great uncle might have had a stroke sometime Monday night/Tuesday.
My grandfather checked in with him on Monday at 7pm like normal (since he lives in a bad area of NYC my grandmother always made him call in nightly and this continued even when my grandma died in 2003) and everything was fine but he never checked in tuesday night. They sent over a neighbor and landlord tuesday night and they said that my uncle answered the door very out of it and with his face droopy and slurring his speech. My uncle refused to go to the hospital. Both these idiots left my uncle for the night and reported back to my grandfather this morning. My grandfather called my mom and told her and she called and told me.
Why I had to be the one from LONG ISLAND -- 90 miles away to get in contact with NYPD and NYC EMS was beyond me. After 45 minutes they got to him and took him to the hospital.
The hospital said that his blood sugar was through the roof. They are running other tests and a CT scan as well to check for a stroke. So far, it looks like it just might have been DKA (high blood sugar).
My uncle is 88 and lives alone in 'Spanish Harlem'. For anyone who knows anything about NY -- lets just say -- not nice area. We are not sure whats going to happen now, but we know he can not continue to live alone. He has no money