Another night in casualty

There is something rather tedious about sitting in a busy hospital waiting room. Yet again my eldest son has hurt his foot doing some skateboard trick and according to our paramedic friend over the road needed to get it x-rayed. So here we are once again in A&E.

This is one of those times where I feel totally justified in buying an i Pad. It has so far helped me waste 40 minutes of my evening. I did resist blogging at first as who knows how long we will be here judging by the number of people sitting around me. As time goes by I will resort to playing the waiting room game again.

What's that you ask? That's the game where you look at the other waiting patiently patients and try to work out what is wrong with them and whether it puts them higher up the priority list than you.

Tonight I don't know where to start, there are so many in here. Most are sitting quietly, not making a fuss. Last visit there was a bloke bleeding all over the floor from a particularly nasty looking leg wound, and a young pregnant girl groaning and moaning, although from the reaction of the staff it seemed she was a regular visitor who found the twinges of pregnancy more painful than most. Not a single bleeder or moaner tonight though.

Despite the fact that the waiting room is overflowing, we have now been sent round to another waiting area and have been seen by the triage nurse and had an x-Ray. All within an hour. Just goes to show that what you see isn't always as it seems. We are now waiting for the results and repercussions.

In the past the prospect of a plaster cast was exciting, but now that it would seriously hamper his skateboarding activities and trip to Florida in 6 weeks, he's crossing everything in the hope of tubigrip and a pack of anti inflammatory tablets. Well we will see......

And see we did. Tubigrip check, ibrufen check. Plus a hastily photocopied pamphlet about looking after a sprain, all of which will, by the end of the week be forgotten no doubt.

Of course, being an invalid involves being pampered apparently. A trip to Asda on the way home for a bag of Malteesers, a pack of donuts and a can of Monster to take away the pain and discomfort while wallowing in self pity.

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