I had an interesting day yesterday.
Driving back from moving fish about in one of our systems. A great thing to be doing on a Sunday, last week of the holidays! Why I was not fishing has me buggered.
Anyway, on the drive back, just about home, we saw a chap laying on the road in the intersection.
We pulled up across the section so no one would run over him. He was having a fit and choking on his own spit.
Pulled out the good old First Aide from years ago and sorted him out, called the Ambos and he got choofed off to hospital.
Poor bugger is an epileptic. Imagine just dropping on the ground in the middle of the road and if no one comes along you stand the chance of dying.
I cannot imagine living like that. Anyway he will go on to have another beer!