this is not the first time i have woken up and mistaken my ankle for my thigh. it was incredibly painful but what the most incredible part of it all was the trip to the hospital. i was wheeled in past the smokers outside the hospital doors and into the emergency waiting room. about five minutes later a man in a green uniform chained to his wheelchair with shackles followed. he was bald, white and had just pupils. fucking scariest man i have ever seen in my life. then in strolled lawrence, the bearded drunk homeless man who liked to make fun of the other patients.
"YOU CAN'T HAVE A DRINK! I can! I will two for the both of us!"
a curtain away from me was a man who had popped his shoulder out and the nurses were attempting to calm him as they pushed it back in. next door to his screaming was an old man who had split his head open and refused to get stitches or lay down. all in all i felt as if i was in scrubs without the humour. i had the stereotyped characters though.
1. the black childrens nurse
2. the young hot nurse with three facial piercings
3. the gay male nurse
4. the fat asiian nurse
5. the grumpy supervisor
i was sat in the back corner of the quick response ward and came to one conclusion. i fucking hate hospitals.
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