image: Kai Pilger pexels-photo-462867 Taxi
It had been a very tiring day, and Joyce, my aged companion and I decided we need to get a good nights sleep as the next day Roger our tour guide had promised a day packed with sight seeing of the kind you had to see to believe.
I awoke in the middle of the night to hear Joyce wheezing in the bed beside me. At first, I thought this was a variation of Joyce’s normal nocturnal utterings. Joyce could snore like a wharfie.
I turned the light on to see her staring at me. She couldn’t speak, which was not a bad thing in itself, but her eyes intimated “I need help”.
I rang for the ambulance but it would be a good half hour and could I get Joyce to the hospital in a taxi.
I helped Joyce to the front of the hotel to find a taxi waiting.
No haste was spared as Kai our driver zigged and zagged his way through the late night traffic to the hospital. We were met there by the medical staff who bundled Joyce onto a gurney and took her into the ER.