My scare over the weekend

I call that my scare of the weekend!

I just passed by my sister sweeping dried leaves side of the house. I was on my way to the comfort room outside the house.  I usually  do not use that as there was one inside but for some reason I decided to do my morning things at the outside CR before going to planned activities last Saturday.  But just as I closed the door and was about to open the faucet, I heard my sisters call.  Her voice was weak. Some seconds more, I heard her again.  I realized something went wrong and so I rushed out to check.

There she was laid on the ground, blood oozing from her forehead.  She could have slipped and hit her head on one of the stones nearby.  The first thing that came to mind was stop the bleeding and bring her to the hospital.  But in truth, I was clueless on how to stop the bleeding.  All I could do was ask if she wasn't feeling dizzy.  She shook her head.  I let her press her palm where the blood was coming out, and supported it with my arms and shoulder and carried her.  I shouted to our housemates for help as  I ran to the highway, about a hundred meters away, where we could possibly have a ride to the hospital.  I felt my sister was getting weaker but I always reminded her not to close eyes or sleep.

Some men busy on something on a truck even as we are afar noticed our emergency.  They stopped what they were doing and jumped off and went ahead to the highway to flag down any vehicle that could bring us faster to the hospital.  The truck owner was apologetic that his truck was loaded with cement and feeds that it was not available.  No vehicle was immediately flagged but I appreciate the gesture of the men.  My wife who followed was alert enough to proceed to where garage taxis (those sometimes labelled as colorum) that as soon as the men were able to flag down a jeep, the taxi called by wife was in.

 I thought it was adrenalin working all through out that as soon as my sister was already being attended by the doctor and nurses, I started to feel weak.  Even my sense of hearing seemed affected that I always say "ah" (or can you repeat) while she was asking info for her patient data sheet.  I was asked to go buy some medical supplies which they will use to replace whatever they will use to close the wound.  The supplies have to be bought outside of the hospital.  I thought I can but before I could go to a next pharmacy as the nearest one said they had gone out of stock, I realized I need a place to simply just sit down and let my nerve settle down.

While sitting down, my mind drifted back to the minutes beforehand.  What if I have not gone to use the outside CR?  Perhaps, my sister’s weak call for help could have just drifted through the air and was not immediately by those inside as we would have been farther where she was.  Maybe, we were not able to attend to her immediately.

I realized God knows exactly where we should be at some particular moments to give help.

We went home after my sister got six stitches and patch of gauze on her forehead.  And activities for the day went about smoothly.