A little emergency

 So it was 11pm and we had just taken to our downy couch when Mrs Davey said that her heart was beating erratically. I felt and confirmed that she had a very strong arrhythmia. She had no pain, dizziness, breathlessness or discomfort so she walked around the flat a little to see if it would settle.

It didn't settle. We decided to ring SOSMédecin. Then to ring the emergency services - 15. After a brief discussion, a doctor was despatched and soon arrived with a portable ECG machine in a backpack. The machine confirmed a diagnosis of arrhythmia due to atrial fibrillation. Pat would need to go to hospital. Some phone calls ensued.

"OK. Take her to Saint André aiming to arrive at about 3am."

"Yes, OK, but we don't have a car."

"OK, I'll book an ambulance."

"And I go with her."

"No."

The ambulance duly arrived and the two guys came to the flat bearing their collapsible stretcher and various other bits and bobs. Pat was once again examined, phone calls ensued and Pat left, walking to the ambulance at about 1:30.

I got updates at around 4am, 5:30 am etc, all of which I missed as I had returned to aforementioned downy couch and was unavailable for comment, notifications being mostly silenced on my phone.

At about 6:30 I got up and Pat said that intravenous medication had stabilised her heartbeat. At about 8am she was given some pills and a prescription and sent home in a taxi.

She's been fine since, we've seen our own doctor and a follow-up appointment is scheduled for mid January. Meanwhile our own doctor said to get on with life as normal, travel as planned, but maybe leave the conquest of the Matterhorn for now.

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