I came home and opened a bottle of red wine tonight. In fact, I stopped on the way home and bought the bottle just in case we didn’t have something suitable. I wasn’t taking chances.
This morning, one of the library techs, The Stupid One to be exact, said that she thought she had to go home as she had stomach pain, I asked her if she wanted me to call her husband, no, did she want someone from the school to drive her home, no… and then she said she thought maybe she needed an ambulance.
I didn’t ask any further questions and called an ambulance. She was having severe stomach pain, then said she was hot, then she went cold and with 5 winter coats around her (we grabbed every coat in the library office) she was still shivering. Her mouth went very dry too but we wouldn’t let her drink in case she needed surgery and so just let her rinse her mouth.
She seemed to decline rapidly so I got one of the men to help her onto the floor and I rolled her into the recovery position on her left side. She appeared to drift in and out of consciousness, but we kept talking to her and makig her stay awake.
Then we waited and waited. Apparently if you don’t say heart attack or stroke, they don’t exactly rush. Another phone call told us they were coming at road speed – no sirens or lights. It was close to an hour before they arrived.
When they did arrive, a male and female officer, we were not impressed by the male as he was very off hand, rather rough and appeared to think she wasn’t as ill as she appeared. They made her sit on a chair but eventually gave her morphine. Then they wanted her to walk to the ambulance!
We were aghast and said no, she will go in the school wheel chair at least, which she did. By the time she got to the ambulance her blood pressure and heart rate were off the machine, and their manner had changed somewhat. In fact they decided to take her to a much closer hospital than the one they originally said.
Last we heard she was admitted for testing and was resting under medication.
Yeah, Friday in the school library. Where is my glass?