HOW WE’RE SAVING EACH OTHER

Kellie Devlin, 53, Geelong, Vic

Sipping my coffee at the kitchen sink, pain ripped through my left leg.

I feel like I’ve been shot!

I panicked.

Dropping the cup, coffee splattered as I crumpled to the ground.

Am I having a stroke?

I worried, as my limb went numb.

My hubby, John, a truckie, had already left for work and I needed an ambulance.

‘Baby, please get Mummy’s phone,’ I sobbed to our nine-year-old, Daisy.

At hospital, I had an X-ray, then I was discharged