You’re joking. Right?

FFS.

 

So I decide to be a nice conscientious person and not run over the rabbit that’s on the road on front of me.

Check my mirrors, there’s a van a good distance behind me, but there’s plenty of time to slow done gradually.

Fuck, what the hell was that?

Ah shit you’re kidding me?

Again?

FUCK.

Ah shit this hurts

 

Ok not so bad, I can walk this is fine, a little shook, a little sore but I’m walking.

Bebhine arrives a while later with Justine, I try to drive the car up to the house, only a mile away. Tire starts smoking and chunks are flying off body is pressing against it, right this isn’t going to work.

Get a number for a tow guy, turns out the one we get is the guy towing the van that hit me.

He drives down to us loads up the car and we follow him to his garage.

Empty the car, again. (For new readers basically the same thing happened to me 5 months ago)

Drop stuff at home grab a bite to eat and get some books for A&E.

We arrive at half two, get seen by the triage nurse get some pain killers. Should be an hour and a half.

The crowd ebbs and flows, finish one book, start another, chat to some people, watch most, comment on some. This isn’t too bad.

6 hours later, I ask am I going to be seen soon. I’m told pretty rudely that there are 6 kids in front of me and two other people. Ok I know I’m a 20 something male but I was in a car crash, I thought that might be important.

8 hours in, I’m bloody starving, haven’t eaten since breakfast and don’t want to have something in case they need to take bloods or give me something. Starting to hurt again.

I go up and ask for more pain meds, and ask can I eat something. I’m given tablets and told I should be ok to eat something, of course this being a hospital there’s only healthy food available like crisps and chocolate bars. Mmmm filling. Apparently I’m next as soon as there is a doctor available

10 hours in, Bebhine has had enough and after three more people are called ahead of me goes up to confront the nurse calling them in, explaining that we have been here for ten hours and I was actually in a car crash. He shouts her down saying that sick children take priority over everyone, as if we all hate kids, and there is an 87 year old man waiting for five hours. According to the hospitals patient charter we’re entitled to courteous treatment. Way to go dude nurse.

00:15 I’m eventually called in. Doctor asks about the crash, yes I do think he was doing at least 80km/h when he hit, car must have been pushed at least 30m forward. Starts poking and prodding ow, ow, no that’s fine, ow , no that’s fine. Oh that really hurt.

Deep breath in … and out, in … and out, in … and out.

“Ok I’m pretty sure it’s just muscular but I want to take an x-ray just to be safe. But don’t worry you’ll be in and out in no time.”

Put in a neck brace, feels better already.

“Ok so what time did this happen at?”

I tell him, he wonders why I’m only here now? I tell him I’ve been here since half two .He looks up, really?

“Are you sure you told them you were in a Road Traffic Collision and that your neck was sore?”

Yes, apparently normal procedure for my case is braced and strapped to gurney straight away, not go sit in a hard chair for 10 hours.

Doctor berates some of the nurses near by, including Mr. Rude to my Finacée ass.

“Oh but I wasn’t on triage then, of course I would have done the right thing.”

Other nurses.

“Are you sure you told them it was a car crash and your neck was sore?”

Are you sure you’re qualified to be a nurse?

Why the fuck would I not mention either of those things?

I put my trust that everybody else was more urgent than my case, I even started to doubt that I should have gone to A&E, I’m not that sore am I?

Why?

Because some ass wrote the wrong thing on my chart.

At least I’m home know, doped up for the next few days.

Then the fun with the insurance company starts all over again.