Our morning started well. We left Brinkley, Arkansas moving west on I-40. Took the Little Rock Bypass on I-440 to continue west on I-30.
Joe wanted to stop at McDonalds in Bryant for breakfast, which we did, then get back on I-30 heading for Texas.
We passed through Arkadelphia when Joe called to tell me he needed to pull off the road for a nature call. About 2 miles back from the blue ball on the map is where we stopped.
He was taking too long for the nature call and I began to worry. I got out of my truck and walked the shoulder up to his front truck.
Before I could ask “Are you alright?” I saw Joe was anything but alright. Draped over the rear frame of the truck with a widening puddle of breakfast on the ground, sweat pouring down his face, and trembling as if he were about to fall down. I was alarmed. More especially when the retching worsened as he raised his head to ask for Kleenex.
About 4 minutes of that was enough. I called 911 for an ambulance to take Joe to a hospital. There was no way he was going to be fit to drive. This kind of thing happened last summer when we were moving Wal-Mart trucks from Opelousas, Louisiana to Tunica, Mississippi. That little bout totally wiped him out.
Now this is an unauthorized shot. Joe doesn’t know I took it. The Deputy Sheriff in the way back caught me and I dare say thoughts went through his head something like “What the heck is wrong with that woman?!”
The ambulance drivers deftly maneuvered their gurney over the sloped grassy shoulder getting Joe to the vehicle.
Meanwhile, without my knowledge a State Trooper, the Deputy Sheriff, and the ambulance guys were handling the logistics of what to do with me and our trucks.
The plan they worked out was first to get Joe in for treatment. The Deputy would drive down the two miles to a truck stop awaiting my arrival. He would then take me back to get my set of trucks and get them parked at the truck stop.
I drove Joe’s set up and backed into a parking spot. The Deputy drove over to where I parked and gave me a ride back to my trucks. I got to ride in the back of the police car.
Thoughts ran through my head as I sat back there. Behind a thick plexiglass plate and steel divider I wondered about the types of people that had a similar trip as I but to a very different destination. Were they scared, angry, embarrassed, or too drunk to know or care?
I heard the Deputy radio his location, the mile marker, and the vehicle mileage. Man, I thought, they don’t show that on the police television dramas. Almost made me feel sorry for the Deputy. I felt like he was being babysat and had to tell Mom and Dad where he was and where he was going.
I later learned it is standard practice when a female is being transported. Even on a “Courtesy” run. Should I be offended? Oh well, it’s his job and I won’t be in the car for long.
An Arkansas State Trooper had remained behind to watch over my trucks. I didn’t even know he was back there.
The Deputy being my Knight In Shining Armor and the State Trooper had been working out how to get me to the hospital. I told them I could take my front truck off and go to Joe if there were ample parking for me to do that. A check with the hospital about parking availability and I was on my way.
After getting my trucks to the truck stop my anxiety level went up a notch. What do I do now?! Joe always does this for me.
Getting a grip on myself I went about the process of doing it. Running an electric line to my hydraulic cylinder, raise the back truck enough for slack on the yoke chains, remove the yoke chains then let the truck fully on the ground.
That accomplished it was just a few more minutes to get the supporting jack under my boom, pull the 5th wheel handle, make sure all the lines had been disconnected (don’t need to drive off and tear the airlines off).
All told I had almost 45 minutes from the time the ambulance arrived for Joe and my arrival at the hospital. I nearly lost all my composure when I got sight of Joe. He must have read my face and wanted to ease my fears a little.
The Dr. pronounced Joe’s condition as Vertigo. An anti nausea medicine was delivered through the IV. Joe’s color of pasty white was changing to a good pink. A further drug was administered orally to combat the Vertigo and Joe was released into my care a couple hours later.
Joe is resting in the hotel room. Instructions from the Dr. of no more driving today are being taken seriously.
Text messages were sent to all our kids from the time I arrived at the hospital then after we got in the hotel room.
Our daughter, Heidi Jo called and I spoke to her. Minutes later our daughter, Carissa, called and I relayed the same information. Carissa having the same sense of humor I have said “If Dad wanted to take a nap all he had to was ask.”. She cracked me up!!!
Thankfully that 4 hours of drama and adrenaline are over. All that is needed is do my daily paperwork of logs and mileage documentation, check e-mails, read blogs I need to catch up on, and answer text messages as I listen to my husband lightly snore.
Tomorrow is soon enough to field apologies from Joe and try to quell the guilt he will have of getting us behind in our schedule.
I need to find a store that sells greeting cards. I need to send Thank You’s to the Deputy, State Trooper, and the two ambulance drivers who moved the earth for me today.
Truly, my life is blessed daily by strangers, friends, and family. Doesn’t hurt to toss in a brief bit of drama now and again so I have something to write about 😀