Seizure in Mainstreet
These calls are always at inopportune times. A few moths earlier I had to drive out to a farm where a woman had had a myocardial infarction. It was six in the evening when the call came and I scrambled to my Toyota bakkie. Twenty kilometers over very dodgy dirt roads later the diagnosis was made. This has only happened twice so far this year, and far from being an inconvenience you learn to welcome the break from routine
As a small town doctor you are on call 24 hours per day. Usually that doesn’t mean much, but sometimes your life is disrupted. Like a peaceful Saturday morning. This morning. I had just gotten up when there was a frantic knocking at my door. The nurse on duty had received a phone call from one of the shops in town: a tourist was having a seizure right in front of Foodzone in the main street. As I was rushing to the scene, the scene came rushing to me. A convoy of two white bakkies with a gold Peugeot between them came rushing down the hospital driveway. In the end it was merely a case of an overindulgent tourist with alcohol withdrawal, but enough excitement for this month at least.