When I got back from Bible Group last night, I noticed Paggy hadn’t put his blinds down or taken the post in, but I’d seen the Red Cross lady leaving earlier that day, so wasn’t worried but thought I’d go and see the old codger in the morning and help put the tarpaulin back on his car which had partially blown off.
No answer to the door or yelling. I checked with his support agencies ie Red Cross (Amateurs!) and Hilfswerk but they knew nothing nor did the Hospital. I was now entering panic mode, none of the neighbours were at home. So I got the ladder, which had been used in his previous emergencies to peer into his first floor bedroom. Then I wussed out and called our English neighbour (Hi Dave) who went up for me. He could see Paggy lying on the bed, but not moving. I began to think Paggy might be dead. So like the previous two times, I called the Fuzz. They got him to answer, but he couldn’t move. So this time they had to get a hammer to break the window when the ambulance arrived. Linda , who was now home and I cleared the glass and left the professionals to it.
Of course I remained about, and one of the paramedics told me, Paggy was in a Diabetic coma – with his sugar at about 30 when the normal is 100. He was talking by the time they brought him out, so I guess they filled him with sugar! I took some photos then wondered if this was a bit ghoulish but they’re only the cars!
According to my calculations, he must have been taken ill in the late morning the previous day. Too early for major beer and he’s been drinking less. He’s moaned for ages about the Meals on Wheels he’s been having, so has he been eating properly? Was the coma a side effect of being out of things for maybe 24 hours, maybe underlying was another stroke? Poor old bugger!
Tomorrow I’ll be visiting him and giving him a piece of my mind about not giving anyone a key – if they let him home, after all he’s been receiving monitoring. He’s convinced everyone steals from him and trusts no one. I bet once he gets the bill for repairing the window he will do something! Its the third time I’ve rescued the old git because I’ve noticed something not usual. I just hope one day someone looks out for me. Now maybe you’ll understand why getting old freaks me out!!!!!!!