Sunshine

Thursday 7th June 2007, Sunshine.

In the area we are camped at the moment most of the other campers are Victorians who migrate north for the winter. The majority of these are elderly retired couples and some are in the higher of the age group, like Stan and Beryl who are camped opposite us, Stan is about 87 years old or so. Last night while watching TV I heard some moaning noises that I didn’t think were coming from the telly, so I turned the mute on and sure enough the moaning noises continued. This is when it occurred to me that it must be Stan and a look outside revealed Stan in a crumpled heap on the ground outside his van. In his unsteady and fragile nature he had tripped on a guy rope and toppled to the ground. The fall had knocked the wind out of him so after letting him get his breath I, and another camper John, helped him inside his annexe and tended to his wounds. He has some skin off his arm and looked like he had damaged his rib cage. After cleaning his wounds and sitting with him for a while he insisted he was ok so he then went inside to bed. All this time his wife was inside in bed and he instructed at this stage not to disturb her, she had her hearing aid removed and wouldn’t hear anyway.

This morning I informed his friends in the park and they have organised a visit to the doctor. He was a little sore this morning and did have trouble getting out of bed, so we will now see what the doctor says.

Midday: Stan has returned from the doctor after having xrays and such, and it turns out that he may have only bruised his ribs and not cracked any. Good news for him as his recovery time should be less, although he is in a bit of pain at the moment.