We had another serious incident a few days ago, ending in a parade of ambulances.
I was out walking the dogs, and headed back to give carrots to Kitty and Pepsi. As I approached, I could see three things out of place; there was a car parked behind the last pen, there was a horse tied to the fence, and there was a man standing there. When I got up to him, he said something about someone helping the lady. Circling around the car — which was running — I found one of our long-time boarders slumped against the passenger-side door, in the middle of a seizure.
I had come out without my cell phone, which was on the charger, so I asked the little man (who was standing there helplessly) to stay with her while I went back to the house. Off I went at my best old-lady trot, to call 911. There was absolutely no one else around.
I called 911 back at the house, on the land line. I was so out of breath that I had a hard time making myself understood, but I got them on their way. Then I called Scott and Andrew. I needed someone to guide the ambulance in, because the site of the problem was well to the back of the property. Then I set off back to help, as fast as I could go (not very).
When I got back, the man (probably homeless, and Hispanic) was still standing beside her, and she was still seizing. I shut off the ignition, put the horse away, and asked him to go help to guide the ambulance while I stayed with her, as no one else had made it over yet. I stayed there and talked to her, but I don’t think she could hear or understand me.
Luckily, several ambulances arrived very quickly, and they loaded her up and took her to Emergency. She apparently had no ID on her, so we were afraid they would have trouble contacting her relatives. I made a couple of calls, and someone did manage to contact her mother. She came by the next day, and said her daughter was doing better.
The behavior of the little homeless guy was an example of humankindness. I would guess that he wasn’t the sharpest person around — he couldn’t quite figure out what to do, but he didn’t want to leave her. He said he was on his way to his home (likely the river) but liked to stop and pet the horses. That’s when he found her. He could have taken off with the car, or just run off to avoid responsibility, but he didn’t. Billy and Scott had arrived by that time, and we slipped him a twenty, which seemed like the least we could do.
If I hadn’t walked out that way, it might have been some time before she was found. She was not visible until you walked around the car. She had probably lain there for quite a while. It was about seven when I found her, and at about five Scott, driving the feed truck, had stopped to ask her if she was all right. She had said she was, but obviously she wasn’t. All in all, it was very lucky.
But it’s getting so I’m afraid to go out of the door — at least without my cell phone.
On a happier note, here are a pair of blonds — daughter Suzanne and her grandson Weston, communing on the lawn. There are few things cuter than the back of a little boy’s head . . .
They were joined by a third blond — Peaches, wanting to help Weston fall in a hole.
He does that very well.