What was that I mentioned yesterday about not pushing myself too hard this month in comparison to last Juneathon?
I am totally worn out today. I’m going to have to do better tomorrow and keep my eyes open fully whilst writing this blog.
So, what did I do today to get myself into this state? I went geocaching in Mumbles.
Over the New Year a storm had ripped up the hiding place of one of the caches I maintain and apparently it was out in the open, ready to be found and nabbed by any Tom, Dick or Harry (or a “muggle” as we refer to them in the geocaching world). My aim was to rescue it before that happened and re-hide it in a more suitable location.
But I also fancied going in search of a cache hidden by a friend of mine that was nearby. The sort of “nearby” that either involves an hour-long detour on foot, or an extra bus trip – which was why I hadn’t found it up until now. But today seemed like a good day. Made even more apt when I discovered that it is my friend’s birthday. Although I’m not sure that everyone would love a photo of me grinning maniacally whilst holding their cache on their birthday, it seemed like a reasonable idea in this instance.
So, that was the plan. I was going to get the bus to the back of Mumbles, go in search of my friend’s cache and then rescue my own cache in the castle grounds. And this plan was going oh so well… until I got halfway down my street. An elderly woman turned the corner and started to walk towards me. She then performed a strangely dainty, dithering wobble and lurched over, off the pavement and on to the street. Her head thwacked on the ground and her glasses bounced into the middle of the road.
The poor woman had got quite a gash. With the help of some other passersby we managed to get her up and back to her house and I called an ambulance. She spent a good 10 minutes reprimanding me for that. But I wasn’t going to watch someone get a crack like that and not get some medical assistance, even if I understood perfectly why she didn’t want a fuss made.
So, I met one of my neighbours for the first time. Unlike me with my paltry 9 months, she’s a long-time resident, having lived in the street since 1977. Considering how curmudgeonly she’d been at first about my ringing an ambulance I was surprised she let me into her house to keep an eye on her. The gash on her head was bleeding quite badly so whilst we waited I cleaned it up a bit. What a bump she’d got! Poor love. I’d imagine that will be sore for quite a few days.
So, there I am, waiting with this woman for the ambulance to turn up. I’ve made friends with her dog. I’ve discussed the coasters she has in the kitchen and what she’s going to have for tea. And the minutes pass quite amicably. And then, out of nowhere, after about 45 minutes she says “Would you like me to call my husband?”
Husband? I’d not thought of asking if there was anyone she wanted to call to sit with her.
“Oh, yes. That would probably be best.” (I was still putting on my best, posh, you’re-quite-safe-with-me accent) “Where is he? Work?”
“He’s on the 3rd floor.”
“The… what? Excuse me?”
“The 3rd floor. He’s on that darned computer of his.”
Well call me a monkey’s uncle if she didn’t just call up the stairs for him to come down. And when she did and explained that I was there waiting with her for an ambulance, he said just hello and promptly returned back upstairs!
This was a little too much for my poor brain to comprehend. I was currently sitting, looking after a woman who had bashed her noggin and her husband had been there all along. Not only that, but he didn’t seem to care one iota what was happening. Should I stay to ensure she was okay, or could I leave now that I knew that there was someone with her (sort of) to help?
I admitted defeat after about another 10 minutes. She was a lot more coherent than she had been initially and her husband was there to keep an eye on her… I still don’t know if I should have stayed.
I actually got both of the other bits done after that as well. That’s why I’m so worn out today.
My friend’s cache was lovely. It was certainly worth the detour and the extra couple of buses.
The only snag I ran into was a lack of daylight. I found my cache easily enough, but trying to replace it whilst stumbling around in fading light was quite difficult. I had to use my local knowledge (and a fairly large use of crossed fingers) to place it somewhere else where it wouldn’t be found quite so easily.
And so I’m back home. Muddy and wet from today’s excursion.
And I don’t even want to think about that poor woman, because at 18:30, roughly 5 hours after I phoned an ambulance, someone rang me to ask if I was still with her and to apologise that they hadn’t turned up yet!
Off to Mumbles Day: 2 miles walked
Steps Taken: 8,644
Difficulty Level: Easy