I did it!

I rang the ambulance and he went to hospital!

It was horrific trying to get him on the trolley and into the ambulance.   His vertigo was awful and that brought on more vomiting.  But like all ambos, they managed it with great kindness.   Maxilon and some oxygen made him more comfortable.

At the Moree hospital, he was given an ECG and told that his heart was OK.  The nurse pronounced his BP OK.   I didn't think that 175/107 was at all OK.   They gave him a litre of intravenous fluids and his colour improved.  Eventually, a doctor came to see him and asked a lot of questions.   No one ventured any opinions as to what was wrong.    I was getting very agitated!   

Finally, the doctor casually gave him the option of staying in hospital or going home.   Steve was all for going home and I was all for him staying there.  I asked him to practise walking and he staggered for 3' and fell into a chair.  To cut the long story short, he won, came home and continued to sleep!

He began to feel slowly better on Saturday and was even able to eat a little.   He also spent a little time sitting in his recliner chair.  Now I'm keeping my fingers crossed for a speedy recovery.

I must tell you what happened when I rang for the ambulance.   I dialled ooo and put the phone to my ear, without looking at it.  It rang and rang, which I thought was very unusual for the emergency services.  Then a woman answered and I found that I was talking to Healesville Cemetery!   I tried twice more but the same entry came up and apart from deleting Healesville, there was no way to dial for Fire, Police or Ambulance.    By the way, the last 3 of 10 numbers for the cemetery were 000, from which the search feature took its cue!   So I rang Marion, who then rang the ambulance.

Marion was fabulous, helping at whatever she found would be useful.  She insisted that she would come to the hospital to bring me/us home when it was time.

Riding my gopher down to the kiosk or rubbish bin at the front gate is taking a very long time.    Everyone lined the way when the ambulance went out and now they line the way to ask about Steve.  I have to keep telling the same story over and over.   Everyone offers help, of any kind.

I think that Steve is alert enough tonight to drink for himself, so I'll leave him to it and try to get a good night's sleep myself.

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