We had a little drama yesterday. I went to Jackson to do the berryvine removal (78 miles away) and on the way home in Waterloo just east of Stockton I was driving the bucket truck and my two groundies were driving behind me in my pickup. They call me on the phone about 3 times and I can't hear them so I finally just pull over. Well Freddie is having some sort of attack, his arms and face are cold and numb, and he has tightness in his chest and stomach. I call 911 and in about 10 minutes the ambulance and fire truck are there. They diagnose it as a panic attack and after a while he calms down and declines to be transported so we are on our way again. We get another 20 miles and it starts again now we are in Manteca and this time it takes a little longer for the fire truck and ambulance to get there. He face was all grimaced up and he kept clenching and opening his hands and was really scared. This time he was transported to the hospital and I had to call his wife and tell her what was up. It was my birthday and my family was waiting for me to get home so we could have dinner together. I finally made it about 8:30.
