Last Saturday’s trip out to Woodhill concluded that evening with me in North Shore Hospital’s emergency unit being treated for a sustained attack of superventricular tachycardia which came on in strength after tea—heart-rate around 215—but the trip was a pleasant one for all that. I took a small saw with me and removed some of the smaller tree-fall obstructions on the back section, and located a new population of kidney fern, not something I expect to find commonly in a forest as potentially dry as this one.
All was more or less back to normal with my heart rate by this morning and I was sent home again. Watching the emergency room staff coping with the typical Saturday night bunch of crazies and P takers, heart attacks, old people falling, rugby and car accidents, with police and security floating in and out more or less continuously was vastly interesting, which was good, since I wasn’t getting any sleep, but it left me with a huge admiration for the personal qualities of the staff there. Well done guys.