You are going to love this…
I'm at work, it's 7am and I'm checking the ambulance to make sure that all the kit is there and that it is placed where I can find it. As it is 7am and I'm not a morning person I drop the electronic thermometer, part of which falls under the trolleybed. I get down on hands and knees to retrieve it…
…and hear a pop in my right knee.
Lots and lots of excruciating pain follows.
So I collapse onto the floor and scream a bit.
One of my stationmates hears me and comes to investigate, “What the bloody hell* are you doing down there?”.
He goes and gets some help. Help to stand there, point and laugh at me. He includes some trainees in the mockery. I think he is getting his revenge because I keep calling him tubby.
I get given some entonox, a painkilling gas better known as 'laughing gas'. For some people this gas does nothing, for me – three puffs in – I'm giggling like a schoolgirl and can feel hardly anything. That which I do feel doesn't seem that important. I laugh a lot, use my good leg to get onto the ambulance trolley, and have some more entonox.
The trainees take my blood pressure, pulse and the like. I refuse to take my clothes off as I am a *bad* patient. I am also, as the young people say, 'off my head' on the entonox. It's good stuff, and to think they give us huge bottles of it to play with.
At the hospital, inbetween giggles, I am assessed by my favourite nurse (who, sadly, is escaping that A&E department soon) and I get seen by an Emergency Nurse Practitioner. I know Dr Crippen moans a lot about ENPs and the like, but the one who sees me is a good one – a full exam, a justification for an x-ray and good clinical skills.
The x-ray shows an effusion and maybe some ligament damage. I may get an MRI scan in the near future.
My duty station officer arrives, his first words? “If I'd known it was you I wouldn't have bothered coming, I thought it was one of the trainees”.
He is, of course, joking.
So I'm hobbling around on crutches, with painkillers should I need them and an appointment to see the knee surgeon in a little while.
A big thanks to everyone involved, from my stationmates to the folks at the hospital, the care was excellent.
I have a few computery type things to do, but then I'm going to be at a bit of a lose end. I'm pondering learning a computer language, something that I can use in Xcode to knock up a Mac app. I'll search for a book on the Mac API in a bit, I just need to find a good one. It'll give me a chance to write some stuff for Mental Kipple, but I'll have to ration the eight or nine post ideas I have here. No work equals no inspiration.
*He may have used words stronger than 'bloody hell'.