8 miles high

Categories: ouch

Date: 29 January 2012 00:17:56

8 miles high.

Diary of an accident victim Part three

Here I an in hospital, the Accident and Emergency unit (A&E). The lights are bright, the room is warm, and I feel like crap and I'm in a lot of pain. Lots of people seem to be seeing me, every voice seems to be different. A male voice, "Let me help you with that pain". A shot of morphine. A soft feminine voice, "Let's get you out of those clothes." There's something I don't hear often enough. Snip snip, more scissors. "Your wife is here." She meets me as I get wheeled under the x-ray machine. A voice I recognise, this is reassuring. I ask for my spare glasses. She phones home and gets Matthew to bring them. He gets here about 15 minutes later, we live less than a mile from the hospital. I get turned a little under the x-ray machine, agony upon agony. More morphine. I still feel lots of pain, but somehow I don't care as much. Good stuff this morphine. Eventually the examinations are over. It's time to deal with the head wound. I get moved to a side room. There's been a shooting elsewhere in the town, and the police are taking over the A&E department. The nurse cleans the wound and adds stitches, either she's very gentle, or this morphine is better than I thought. Eventually I get wheeled to the hospital ward and moved to the bed. Despite being as high as a kite the movement, particularly from the trolley to the bed is excruciating. It's midnight, time to sleep.

...to be continued.

This was first posted on St Pixels blog on 13 May 06 To see the blogs about the accident and recovery together please use the “ouch” link under Categories.