Today has been a good day. I woke quite early. Mike and I walked to Fish Hoek to meet Julian and David for breakfast. I walked/jogged back. Definitely back to better. I spent a few hours cleaning the house. We have this carpet that is dreadful to keep clean. I told Mike one day it is going to be stuck on-line so I can get rid of it, only because it’s so darn difficult to clean and keep clean.
I got Truffles’ box down so I can try to lure her into it tonight. She has got to sleep somewhere other than my bed…
My desk is ready for work…
This evening we went to the Galley for dinner. The weather was perfect and the beach looked amazing…
Nugget from my journey takes me to Paarl Hospital. I started working at Paarl Hospital in January 1987. After a brief orientation I was appointed to the Casualty Department and quickly fell into the routine of assisting in various aspects of the job. Minor operations in the casualty theatre to emergencies over the weekend. One Sunday I was on duty and it had been quite quiet when we got a call to say there had been a motorbike accident on Du Toits Kloof Pass (the tunnel had not yet opened ). A severely injured man was being bought in. I immediately called the Doctor on duty and he said he would come as soon as he could (he was at another hospital). I was nervous and started alerting as many staff as I could. I was a newly qualified nursing sister and was not competent enough for this level of emergency. Fortunately the Doctor arrived before the patient. When the ambulance drove up, it was all systems go. We got the patient into the casualty theatre so he could be assessed. He was unconscious and his injuries were life threatening. He got linked up to an ECG and blood pressure machine. As the staff all worked on him, his blood pressure started dropping. The tension was palpable. 110/70 became 100/60 which dropped to 90/50 and then, if my memory serves me right down to 80/40. I stared at the blood pressure monitor, praying. He reminded me of my brother. A tall young man with a shock of dark hair lay motionless on the table, life ebbing out of him. I prayed for his healing. Please Lord save him. His blood pressure miraculously started going up again. 90/60 became 100/70 and then it went higher. Everyone heaved such a sigh of relief. I was in awe. The man was stabilized and then taken to Tygerberg Hospital for Intensive Care. I followed up on him in the weeks that followed. He woke up and although his injuries were severe, it appeared he recovered.
The Lord knows what happened to him in the long run. This was 32 years ago. God clearly had a plan for his life. One day I’ll know.
Psalm 119:114
You are my refuge and my shield; I have put my hope in Your word.
These are the days.
Keep the smile going.
God bless you.
In His Grip,
Helga xx 🙂
Gym:
To Fish Hoek and back = 8km. I’ve done 21097 steps.
Braces:
Day 214