We had a big scare yesterday. On the ferry going to Swartz Bay, my husband passed out. I thought of dialing 9-1-1 but knew that was pointless right away, so then I got out of the car and went looking for someone to tell a ferry worker to announce that we needed a doctor. The sensible-looking man I selected just happened to be a doctor! He examined my husband, who had come around again, took his pulse, and said I should take him to an emergency clinic. My husband and I switched places and when the ferry arrived, we drove to the Saanich Peninsula Hospital where the response was quick. In no time at all he was on a bed with sticky bits and wires all over him, attached to a monitor that measured his heart beats, oxygen level, and pulse, and took his blood pressure every so often. He was seen by a delightful nurse and a serious doctor, given blood tests, and released four hours later. We learned never to skip breakfast, especially after too few hours of sleep. This is something we’re going to have to deal with every time we take the 7:00 am ferry. We will.