On Wednesday night, on the way back from dropping my flatmates off at West End, I was involved in an accident with a truck. As can be seen from the photos below, the truck and my car collided side-on, with the impact being spread down the driver’s side of my car. It took over an hour to extract me from the truck and my car, though I was unconscious for half of that.
I was rushed to hospital, where they put lovely warm things all over me to combat the fact that it was one of the coldest nights this year and I’d been trapped in a car for an hour of it. They performed several types of scans on me, made me drink radioactive isotopes, hold my breath for hours while having scans, smeared me in freezing cold jelly, and injected me with hot things, before pronouncing me mostly well with only some fractured ribs, a very sore shoulder, and some minor grazing.
After being unable to sleep most of the night due to the morphine having worn off and my inability to move to a more comfortable position, I discharged myself against the doctor’s wishes in the morning and caught a taxi home. They had wanted to keep me in for further observation in case they’d missed any internal bleeding or side-effects from being unconscious for half an hour, but realistically, I can monitor that at home and present myself if anything untoward happens.
Now I don’t feel too bad if I don’t move. Unfortunately, breathing counts as moving, and is extremely painful.
Note: This is not a precise or
considered
statement of events
and may not be
accurate.
Friday, 25-Jul-2008