No one has forgotten about Michael Wilbon, who suffered a “mild” (is there such a thing?) heart attack in Monday’s early morning hours.
Wilbon writes of his ordeal in Phoenix in the WASHINGTON POST today: “my first ambulance ride, a trip to the emergency room, angioplasty, and a dramatic lifestyle change that now calls for heart medicine, insulin injections and daily blood-pressure checks . . . or else die early.”
“For the first time in my life, I was admitted to a hospital and stayed there for two more days — and found out that not only wasn’t I indestructible but that I now would be a full-fledged, insulin-dependent diabetic. ”
As you would expect, Wilbon received countless calls, notes, flowers and balloons from concerned friends and acquaintances. But he only detailed the comments of one such, rather unlikely, well-wisher. Read more…