Emergency on Shackytown Boulevard

We had a bit of unwanted excitement here Monday, over on Shackytown Boulevard. Hick wanted to get his Schoolhouse Shed under roof before the weather changes. He can't climb up and down on the roof like he used to. His familial help is not too dependable, and The Pony, mainly good for holding a ladder and handing things, is not 100% due to his broken ankle. So a couple of Hick's cronies from the Storage Unit Store came to help him put on the roof.

 

 

They were only going to be here a few hours, since the whole crew planned on going to the auction later in the day. The two helpers had a 30-minute drive back home, to get the stuff they were going to sell. Hick was just a buyer this time.

Anyhoo... as far as I knew, they were coming out here around 8:00. The weather was sunny, only 79 degrees when I checked around noon. That's almost a cold snap, considering how it's been mid-90s for a week or more. I could hear hammering intermittently, so I knew they must have shown up. Sometime between noon and 1:30, I heard the dogs woofing it up, as they do when Hick drives the Gator. So I thought maybe he was taking them on a tour, or ferrying them from Shackytown Boulevard over to the driveway. I know Helper 1 is at least Hick's age, maybe older. I think Helper 2 might have been 1's son.

At 1:50, I was busy playing Candy Crush on HIPPIE at the kitchen table, and was interrupted by a text from Hick:

"Val im at the hospital with Helper 1 think he is having a heart attack"

Well! That's certainly not something I was expecting, nor wanted to hear.

"Okay. Hope he's all right."

"Me too"

"Was he out here working with you?"

"Yes"

So not only might Helper 1 be seriously ill, but Hick would feel remorse for asking for or accepting his help. At 3:46, I got another text from Hick, saying he wasn't going to the auction.

"Okay. How is Helper 1?"

"Still dont know the nurse said his wife didn't need to come down"

"Okay. I guess that might be a good sign."

At 5:03, Hick's next text said he had decided he WAS going to the auction.

"Okay. Is Helper 1 all right?"

"Yes they said that he got dehydrated and hot and then he had a panic attack Helper 2 says he's kind of that way the panic attack"

Whew! Such a relief. I guess Hick might need to look for some IV stands and bags of D5W at the auction or Goodwill, so he can treat his helpers right next time...