The tree was felled, the rounds were cut, the photos taken, some sewing all done,and today the last bark and the pine needles were burnt. There are no fancy clothes or shoes for this work, cotton gear in case of a spark, a hat in case a spark landed on my hair, and gloves to make sure no thorns did more damage.
We finished at 12 noon!!! Hugh took the quad back to the shed, I watched the fire, He came back , called out “ I need some help” I ran over, and he looked poorly. “I need the ambulance!!!” How often have I heard those words. Pale, clammy, light-headed and short of breath. I feared the worst.
He had been sitting down most of the morning, after he started the fire, I continued to heave the small branches, and watch them slowly turn to ash, more goodness for the garden later on.
Slowly back to the house, on the phone, soon the familiar green and yellow vehicle arrived,( best of all, I had time for a shower, a very fast one, and a change into clean and tidy clothes before they arrived) ,2 lovely young men from Feilding. Blood pressure, oxygen stats, blood glucose then an ECG, then a second one with more leads. They were so thoughtful and shaved the spots first before putting on those very adhesive patches.All was normal, Whew, what a relief.
Then they both agreed Hugh should see his GP, today. I almost laughed. There seems to never be an emergency appointment available. ( that is a sign of a very popular and thorough doctor) They phoned, the surgery rang back, and said no appointment until tomorrow morning>>>++++++++++
“ What part of, ‘this man needs an appointment today’ did you not understand???” a few seconds wait, then the reply, “Yes, 3 p.m. today, thank you, that will do.”
We were there on time, all checked out OK, Hugh’s meds need to be tweaked, until he feels something like normal.I am so thankful for the men in their bottle green uniforms, all medical services, and wonderful friends, all ready to do anything at all to make things easier.
Quotation of the day, by Aldous Huxley
“There are things known and there are things unknown, and in between are the doors of perception”
Greetings from Jean