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Guestvision By: Helen <aka> Leaper1

Guestvision Two

Following on from my first Guestvision, in which I told how Quantum Leap had led to my ‘diagnosis’ of my father-in-law’s condition, I have another tale to tell.

Another example of how Quantum Leap is so much more than ‘just a television programme’. How it can have real and positive influences on our lives.

This event took place last year some time, but the date is unimportant.

Picture if you will, an Information Communications Technician – myself – hard at work at an Upper School. (13-18yr olds).

The day is fraught with problems, and I am stressed and overworked.

To add to all the usual problems, one of the computers will not talk to the network, despite my best efforts to reconfigure it.

The network card must have blown, I decide, so I duly open the old girl up and replace it. In the process, I am exposed to five years worth of dust from inside the desktop (we are talking old 486 processor machines here for anyone who knows).

These factors combine to bring on one of my asthma attacks.

Maybe not the worst I have ever had, and almost certainly not life threatening, but alarming nonetheless, as anyone who has ever had one can attest.

So I am wheezing and spluttering and fighting for breath.

I go to my handbag for my inhaler.

I retrieve my inhaler and turn the dial for a fresh dose.

It is empty.

I search by bag and the drawers of my office desk for a spare wheel.

Nothing. Zip. Zilch. Nada.

By now, I am getting quite distressed. It is hard to breathe, you understand.

Then, I remember an episode of my favourite television show.

Just a television show.

In this episode, a couple are on the run, with a wheezing baby.

They go to a vet for help, but she has no medicine to give the infant.

So the next thing we see, the babies bottle is full of black coffee, and the baby is sounding better.

"Black coffee is a bronchial dialator." Sam tells his companion.

It helps to open up the airways.

On goes the kettle.

Normally I hate black coffee, but I grin and bear it.

Lo and behold, by the time the cup is empty, my breathing is more or less under control, and I am fit enough to complete my day’s duties.

I am a convert now.

I make sure I always have a jar of coffee at work and at home, and I always drink it black.

Just a television show?

JUST a television show?

DO YOU?