Deep Kissing Truck Drivers

I had a bit of a smooch with a truck driver today. We were cruising the State Highway for potholes and spotted a truck of the rather large variety, parked up and running but no driver to be seen. It all looked a bit odd, so I opened the door expecting a tirade of abuse for waking him up, but instead found him slumped over the wheel and not at all well. A cold cloth and he came round a bit and said something had stung him. He then collapsed again and quit breathing. Now I am no doctor, but I knew a little about Anaphylactic Shock, enough to know we were in the shit. The nearest doctor/ambulance being 90 k's away. I got him breathing again and we hit the r/t, crossed the fingers, & dialled 111 and called for help. He would look ok for a while then have trouble breathing, and of course panic. One of the crew put signs up to protect the site, and fortunately a paramedic from the north sea oil fields on holiday here turned up and then the local cop. Before the rescue chopper arrived he had another seizure and stopped breathing again. The chopper landed on the road and they got some Epipen into him, administered oxygen and hooked him up to a drip & various beeping machines. In no time he was off and away, so I drove his cool big Volvo back to our depot. It had all the toys, cruise control, airconditioning, great sound system etc. They wouldn't let me deliver his load to Auckland. Spoilsports!