What an alarming headline, yet after eating Sister's lunch of saveloys on bread rolls with grated cheese, a six kilometre walk with an iced coffee along the way, hunger later afternoon and some weed pulling out, putting me in a posture I am not used to, I felt very unwell.
By late afternoon I had pains across my chest, in the back of my neck and in my arms. I was generally feeling absolutely awful, a little faint and not trusting my stability on my feet. I was cold and sweaty. I started to wonder if I was having a heart attack.
Bone Doctor returned from work, but before I could mention my illness, she took off on a bike ride. R had picked up that I really wasn't well and must have said something to Bone Doctor when she returned. She asked me a couple of things, but DID NOT CHECK MY PULSE OR BLOOD PRESSURE OR LISTEN ON A STETHESCOPE.
However, R told me later that she was clinically observing me. R knew I wasn't well as I did not have wine before dinner and barely ate any of the dinner. Bone Doctor's empathy might be called into question at times, but I implicitly trust her medical judgement.
Sister felt unwell immediately after eating the saveloys. I felt unwell later and I could not stop swallowing air and burping. The next day we walked Little Jo to school and along the way their dog did its business and what a stink as I picked it up in a plastic bag. Sister reckoned it was the left over saveloys she fed to the dog.
Right from when we returned from the walk the day before when I felt unwell, I was thinking about calling an ambulance. But I am clever bloke and I can judge the time to call. Many dead Australian men can attest to knowing the right time to call an ambulance. If there wasn't a doctor in the house, I think I would have.
Next day Sister and Bone Doctor were at work and I switched on their radio. Geelong ambulances where overwhelmed and could supplya timely service the night before. Later I thought, well the ambulance would probably come from Ocean Grove.
Anyway, by ten that evening, I queried if there was any scotch to drink. I, and everyone knew I was then ok.
I awoke early next morning after a fitful sleep, listening to the sound of waves crashing and distant highway traffic. And then the birds started their racket.