I had to do it for the first time on Wednesday! The experience was so quick and surreal that I am honestly still reeling from it. Wednesday morning I came downstairs to find my Dad slumped over in the chair. He immediately told me to call 9-1-1. No warning, no time to think. Isn’t it funny how there are details that you are sure you will never forget? Like when he told me to call an ambulance, I was chewing trail-mix and I promptly spit it out in my hands so that I could talk at once. The ambulance arrived momentarily and I am thankful that the EMTs were very kind to this crazy, still-in-her-pajamas lady. At that point you can imagine that I was having a full on panic attack, especially since my Mom was out of town and I was the only one in the house. Luckily, after two days in the hospital my Dad was able to come home. Phew.