Recently, I moved from my old place in Looe to live in Lostwithiel. I’ve got to say that it’s a lot nicer not having to wake up at 5:30 in the morning now to deliver newspapers to people. However, it was a little sad to say goodbye to everyone I usually spoke to on Saturdays when collecting the paper money they owned. The main bonuses to living here are that now I no longer have to wake up early, and also there are no worries of missing the train and missing out on the project if the trains don’t arrive.
My second day of living here was surprising. In the evening, I had some guy knocking on my door. I answered out of curiosity to find a guy in his late 30s asking if I’d watch over him. The reason is that he thought that he may be having a heart attack. Unsure of what to do, I agreed to keep an eye on him and briefly talked with him. It wasn’t too long, however, before he was down on his knees, clutching at his chest. I grabbed my cell phone at this point and called for an ambulance. This turned out to be a little harder than I expected because the phone signal was extremely weak in the building. Luckily, it wasn’t too long before an ambulance turned up.
After letting the medical staff into the building, I returned to my room. I occasionally went to see how he was doing. It didn’t turn out to be a heart attack in the end, but it was better to be safe anyway.
Hopefully, I won’t have to deal with something like that again in a hurry.
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