With all the hustle and bustle from the previous days, the shopping, the meals at awkward times, the driving back and forth, I was looking forward to some peace and quiet and a couple of days of rest. Despite or because of our eventful days I couldn’t sleep immediately. I think it must have been around two in the morning when I finally fell asleep. Round about four-thirty, I heard someone call out my name. I thought I was dreaming but after a few seconds I heard it again, this time louder. I don’t like to be disturbed in my sleep so unconsciously I ignored it one or two more times. In the end, there was no denying. I heard my name loud and clear and it was my sister’s voice. I went out in the hallway and found a ghost there. My sister was sick as hell and had been throwing up every half hour for the past two hours. She wanted me to get a bucket coz she wasn’t sure she could make it to the toilet in time, all the time.
Carpenter / handyman
After that, I never went back to sleep anymore even though at times I wished I could. I offered to call a doctor but she wouldn’t hear of it. Last night I’d promised to make breakfast for our handyman but at six in the morning I wished I didn’t. Nevertheless, at h I found myself in the kitchen preparing sandwiches and coffee. Now that was something I could use myself. I took two large mugs of it accompanied by plenty cigarettes. I can’t think of a better pick-me-up.
The carpenter started his handy work at which point my sister decided she could take no more. She felt like dying and asked for a doctor. I went over to the neighbours for some assistance. My French is reasonable (it gets me through vacations) but not good enough in emergency situations.
La pharmacie Fleurie
The neighbours were very helpful but, here in Switzerland, doctors don’t do house calls anymore. Another neighbour jumped to the rescue and after he’d moved heaven and earth, a doctor would come at . He did as promised and after he’d seen my sister (and after she gave a live performance with the bucket) he ran to his car to get some injections. Her blood pressure was extremely low, her temperature higher than it should be. The doctor prescribed four different kinds of pills and sent me off to the pharmacist. Again I had to call on the help of the neighbour because it was my very first time in this village, so I didn’t know where to find whom or what.
All went well at the pharmacist.
View from the chalet (with windows closed)
Back in the chalet, I stuffed my sister with the drugs. I assisted the carpenter with moving stuff around and gave a winning tip on how to get an extra shelf in a cupboard without destroying the piece. That sounds easier than it was done by the way. It is a cupboard with nooks and crannies and we had to remove half the back of it just to get the shelf in. At I had to take my sister to the doctor’s, took the handyman out to lunch and finally I had a five minute break to have a cigarette and a few quiet moments alone. My mother arrived at the train station in Aigle at . We planned the departure of the handyman in such a way, that I would only have to drive to the city once.
View from the chalet (with windows opened)
His train would leave at . So, after retrieving my sister from the doctor, I collected the man and his luggage and drove to Aigle. I love driving in the mountains, especially going down. I dropped him off minutes before my mother arrived. With her, I had a cup of hot choc in a shabby ‘restaurant’ opposite the train station. Along the route we bought some groceries for dinner. During the afternoon several neighbours stopped by to ask about my sister’s well-being. She was vast asleep and couldn’t be bothered. Somewhere during the day in an enlightened moment, my sister had called her husband. He was supposed to join us for the weekend and would fly in Friday evening. After hearing of her dire situation, he decided to rebook his flight and he was due this evening. But first things first; I prepared dinner for my mother an me, with an extra portion in case hubby would be hungry. His train would arrive at so right after dinner I was of to Aigle once more. Thank god, Swiss trains run like a precision clock. It is thanks to the crispy cold air that I kept awake because by now I was tired as hell. Once in the chalet, with my sister being taken care of by her hubby and my mother, I went to bed and slept like a log.