…so my poor fiancé crashed the car this evening (don’t panic, not the S2k). She was fine when I finally managed to get to her but the car had been in one hell of a shunt. I won’t be surprised if the car is written off.
Eventually we got home, made the insurance phone call and dealt with a few other things. A big mug of sweet tea and some cuddles later and her adrenaline started to fade. That’s when the pain began and the nightmare of A&E appeared, and believe me it has been a nightmare.
She realised that she had a small bump on her forehead as well as one on the back of her head, and there was a growing headache.
Taking a couple of Nurofen we called NHS24 just as a precaution and they advised something I was dreading, A&E.
So off we went and arrived at about 21:30. Nowadays with the modern A&E we have to pay for parking there, I took a mental note as we came over, 2-3 hours is around £3.50.
We waited an hour and a half before going to the receptionists to ask what was going on, after all she had been in a traffic accident and was now suffering from headaches after smashing her head off the steeri…immediately pointed to an empty nurses station.
It took some persistence to attract someone’s attention and be told that we were next. So we waited some more.
All that time phones would ring unanswered as receptionists stood and chatted to other people and moved papers around, staff came and went through the main door, and even patients we’d seen mulling around were leaving.
At one point an alarm sounded and security rushed about and disappeared into the nursing area. The alarm kept sounding. The security staff left calmly. The alarm kept sounding. The receptionists stared at it and miraculously it turned off.
It took another 30 minutes before she finally got called.
The time is now 00:16 and she’s just seen a nurse for less than one minute. The nurse told her that it would be another hour at least for her to see a Doctor! Apparently there’s been an emergency and everyone’s busy.
A three hour emergency which took all the staff.
In those three hours we’ve seen plenty of nurses come and go, and plenty of patients leave, get called by taxis, walk out with their loved ones.
In those first two hours only two patients were seen, and one was in the last twenty minutes. There’s been a few more seen now, and we heard one get told that an X-Ray would be an hour and a half.
Despite this almost three hour wait now, we’re convinced she’ll be given a pill or two and told to come back tomorrow should the headache remain and/or get worse. Heaven forbid they suggest an X-Ray.
I think tomorrow a stern letter will be called for along with a request for refund of the parking for a good portion of the waiting time.
I won’t ask for the forty pence for the distasteful tea and coffee.
01:05 and she’s been called through again. Now the A&E is filled with drunks. Lovely.
01:59 and we’re home. She’s suffering concussion and whiplash, so it’s drugs and careful watch for the next few days. I’m told if I can’t wake her and she’s not breathing tomorrow to phone an ambulance, if she’s sick more than three times or the headache gets worse to head back to A&E (presumably for another three and a half hour wait).
So pills, ice, heat and sleep it is…and tomorrow I can get caught up on the Filmstalker writing I’ve missed!