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Saturday 3rd February 2007
So today was fun. What is wrong with this lap-top? It feels like there's
some gelatinous matter stuck somewhere underneath the keyboard, moving
around from key to key. Anyway. Some police officer dude was meant to be
coming round some time this morning (no later than 2pm, I told them),
but I thought a hospital A&E visit would be prudent, now that my
bruised knees had had a night to sleep on it. Saturday morning seemed
like a good time to visit A&E and certainly much better than
Friday night. Nose bleeds and drunkards, sobbing, malevolence, confusion
and general bad feelings. I didn't wanna be a part of that again.
Saturday morning at the infirmary - it was dead. When I arrived (along
with M**** and A******) we were the only ones in the reception area and I was
seen to within a couple of minutes. I was seen by someone called Gill
and, after waiting about five minutes, a GP (?!) called Howard, who moved my legs around, poked the knee-caps and stuff. Howard
ordered an x-ray, so off we went. Gonad guards. The x-ray room had
pinned to the wall various gonad guards, of different sizes. I needed
not such things as the x-ray to my left knee seemed quite localised. The
x-ray machine was made by Siemens. I handed in the x-rays and following
a lengthy wait (30/40 minutes) was seen again by the previous GP who
explained the results of the x-ray: no obvious fracture, but substantial
internal blood/fat/muscle swelling or something. Gill had told me to go
straight to the police station when I was done, so this we did. I spent
ages waiting around in reception at the police station. M**** and A******
went home, and I rang 'em when I was done. After waiting what seemed like one
hour (fortunately I had brought along Philip Pullmans's 'Northern
Lights' with me), I spent no more than five minutes with an officer who
merely took the details of the driver (given the number plate, they had
all the information they needed - M**** had explained this to me before), informed me I had a legitimate claim for compensation and such like
and confirmed what I already knew about insurance protocol. They had
given me a compress (?!) and a modern splint (two metal bars at the
back of the leg, wrapped around with fabric and velcro) at
hospital and recommended rest and ibuprofen, so this I did. But no
advice was given about walking or how long and how often the splint
should remain attached. I am in no pain, just discomfort. Hmmmmm. We had
dinner at Helen and Stu's in the evening, which was good.
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