So this morning I was doing the usual Sunday morning routine. Sitting with a warm laptop and a cup of coffee when there's a pounding at the door. It's our neighbor Holly in her Sunday best and she's in a bit of a panic. "Is Tim home?" Her husband, Rich, has passed out behind the wheel of their car. Still in my slippers and PJ's I went out the door into the -5 F degree winter as I turn to Karen and say "Call 9-1-1." Sure enough, Rich is out cold, still behind the wheel, engine running, Nellie (7) and Kallie(5) in the back seat. He starts to come to as I turn the ignition off. He's been working on his final draft of his dissertation in theology. Long hours, poor diet and a slip on the ice has taken a toll. Even bundled in his coat and wool hat he's dripping sweat, but his pulse is strong and ~60bpm and he knows where, when and who he is.
I had Holly take the girls back to their house. They didn't need to see their dad if things go pear-shaped. Karen brings me the phone so I can give the low-down to the operator as EMS is on their way. Rich was doing better, but I could use a hat and coat. Karen brought that out next.
EMS gets there and they grill me. I give them the info and they begin it all over again with Rich and Holly. I told Holly if they need to take Rich in we'll look after the girls if she needs to go to the hospital and I head back into the house. After a while Rich is taken into the back of the ambulance and they give him a good going over.
He's released and they escort him back to his house as Holly gets the car out of the intersection. They'll be spending this morning at home instead of church. Hopefully having a good breakfast and staying warm.
1 comment:
Nice work Tim! You da man!
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