I was working on shoveling out a sort of trench to stimey some flooding from the intense amount of rain we’ve been getting - hoping to give the water somewhere to go. I apparently disturbed a “early” nest of yellow-legged hornets which ate invasive here. I was stung. No biggie. I’ve been stung hundreds of times in my 42 years, but not by these. I went into the kitchen, to wash the sting and put a poultice on it, the normal routine. I woke up in a haze with EMTs over me. I hear my dog going absolutely berserk outside. Luckily the firefighters managed to get him safely chained outside with no harm to anyone. My smart watch detected the hard fall and wonky heart rate and initiated a 911 call. I was apparently out cold barely breathing for around at least 15 minutes as they had to deal with my 150 lb dog (who was doing his job). 2 days in hospital later I am OK, and thankfully my dog had a good amount of water outside. My whole point here is that living with others has some great benefits, like emergency situations. I am beginning to reconsider things, but I am unsure of the conclusion I will come to.