The Heat Wave In Europe Hits Home.
An old buddy, strong as a f*cking bull, was doing some heavy work outside (95°F, 35°C) three weeks ago and fainted from heat stroke. Heart attack. Concussion. Heli-lifted to the hospital. Four days in the ICU, including time hooked up to a respirator. Now he's back home, on eight different medications.
I told him that we get a daily dose of "hydrate, stay inside, no hard work" messaging, here in the desert Southwest. But his normally-temperate Scandinavian country is new to this killer weather.
This guy is like a brother to me. We spent an intense year on the Côte d'Azur, struggling unsuccessfully to get a t-shirt business up and running. We nearly drove each other crazy, but out of the chaos was forged a lifelong friendship. 45 years, so far. I hope we can make it to 46...