Who is Todd, you ask? I found Todd in the classified ads of the local newspaper in the mid eighties , looking for a job to do lawn mowing etc. I hired him to help me with my garden and mowing the lawn. He was diligent and treated my garden as if it were his own. He cleaned the fish pond, trimmed all the bushes, planted all kinds of roses and flowering bushes wherever I wanted them. He kept the lawn immaculate. The neighbors were envious and wanted him to do their lawns.
Gradually he got a few more lawns to mow. He didn’t want to do too much. He already had a good job as a prison guard at the Penitentiary In Mount Sterling. So he was happy with just doing my yard.
All of you have seen my flowers and trees and have been gracious enough to comment at the beauty of the blooms. All credit goes to Todd.
Yesterday he came over to mow the lawns front and back. I told him I wanted one bush to be cut down in the front because it was getting too big, and reversing the car, was difficult (dangerous) because we couldn’t see the cars coming on the street, despite my car’s signal warning me. I had to run over to a friend’s home to pick up a couple of pictures; Todd was in the back, and I knew he was trimming the bushes there. I was gone for about twenty minutes, and when I returned, I saw even before I reached my home that Todd was sitting at the trailer behind his truck, his head slumped forward.
I rushed to him and asked, what was going on. I usually have a tall drink of watermelon juice or Rooh Afza sharbath for him on hot days. I thought I would get that for him when I returned. But here he was looking white and sweating profusely.
He looked at me, and said, “Doc, I don’t feel good. I felt light headed, and have started sweating.”
Todd is a big man, about 6.4 or taller and very strong and trim in physique. I touched his arm and he was clammy, cold and sweat pouring from his face and head. I got him in, gave him iced lemonade and put an ice cold wrap around his neck. Felt his pulse, and it was so thready and soft, for a man of his stature. I got my stethoscope out and listened to his heart.
The heart rate was all over and every where with Atrial Fibrillation. My poor dear Todd. He refused to lie down. I called his wife and asked her to come, and if she were busy, I was going to get him to the ER. He didn’t want me to call the EMT. Jennifer came within twenty minutes. I kept trying to keep him comfortable, giving him fluids and salt, and massaging the carotid (yeah sometimes that will do the trick… not often though).
He went to the hospital and had the battery of tests done. The diagnosis was Atiral Fibrillation. Which, in and if itself is not a dangerous thing to have, but can be quite alarming if you are young like Todd is, and wonder why it suddenly triggered like that. The EKG, besides the A-Fib, did not show evidence of an MI. Thank God. I had them do the Treponin levels which were okay., I am told.
He finally converted to a normal sinus rhythm late in the night, and has been feeling better. Jennifer has been in touch with me the whole time. He has been placed on blood thinners and is advised to rest and keep himself hydrated.
This post, my garden and my flowers, I dedicate to a wonderful young man who is like one of my own children. Thank you Todd, for all you have done for me in the three or more decades. Here’s to your good health always.
All these above photos I had taken on my cell phone, but couldn’t upload to WP. (GAH) So I took photos of these photos with my Cannon and have posted them here.
Have a good weekend. I have just heard that Todd was discharged from the hospital and he texted me to say he is home. His wife says that she is going to handcuff him to the chair for a while! I am so relieved.