Medical Emergency - call 999 !!!
Well after my Friday night out, Saturday was a lie-in, followed by gym in the afternoon and a quiet evening in recuperating. Except it didn't quite turn out that way. Having done my stuff at the gym, showered and dressed I took a last look in the mirror and to my horror saw lots of red in the whites of my right eye. I know I'd been out drinking the night before but this was a bit more than merely bloodshot, something was bleeding, somewhere it's not good to bleed.
Now I suppose if I was a Proper Gay I would have immediately started shrieking and flapping my arms about all over the place and generally trying to create as much drama and attention for myself as possible; but I'm not (shut up Gareth), so merely started to inwardly panic. Actually I can't have panicked that much because rather than seek immediate medical treatment, I went across the road to First Out and had something to eat. The food (a sort of Mexican stew) was delicious, but somewhat spoiled by what was refusing to stay entirely at the back of my mind, so afterward I went straight to the A&E department of the nearby University College Hospital (note for Americans: A&E = ER - I think). Have presented myself and my problem to reception I was not immediately whisked away for life-saving treatment, which reassured me somewhat, and settled down for what I as expecting to be some God-awful 5 hour wait.
Actually it wasn't that bad - a nurse (mine was a middle-aged bloke, probably gay and who probably clocked the fact that I was too, or maybe I was imagining the 'knowing looks' he was giving me) comes and takes your details after about 15 minutes and then it was about another hour or so before the doc called me in. Luckily it was early evening so not late enough to be full of aggresive drunks who'd either fallen down escalators or been kicking lumps out of each other, which probably explained my speedier than expected progress. Anyway, it turns out all I'd got was a Subconjunctival Hemorrhage. And not a very impressive one at that; the doc said it could take up to two weeks to get back to normal but even after 1 day there is a noticeable improvement. So I probably won't die after all.
I wonder if the teenager with the over-stressed mother, who had got something lodged in his ear and couldn't get it out but could feel it working it's way further in is OK; ditto the limping woman with the abcess on her foot; the bloke who needed four stiches in his chin; the kid carried in by his dad because he'd hurt his foot and couldn't walk; the bloke with blood streaming down his face from a wound on his forehead who was brought in by a policeman. Also, I thought the use of mobile phones was banned in hospitals...but EVERYONE in the waiting room was using them!
Got home feeling much better and settled down to watch the earlier episode of Dr Who which I'd recorded: The Cybermen are back !!!
Now I suppose if I was a Proper Gay I would have immediately started shrieking and flapping my arms about all over the place and generally trying to create as much drama and attention for myself as possible; but I'm not (shut up Gareth), so merely started to inwardly panic. Actually I can't have panicked that much because rather than seek immediate medical treatment, I went across the road to First Out and had something to eat. The food (a sort of Mexican stew) was delicious, but somewhat spoiled by what was refusing to stay entirely at the back of my mind, so afterward I went straight to the A&E department of the nearby University College Hospital (note for Americans: A&E = ER - I think). Have presented myself and my problem to reception I was not immediately whisked away for life-saving treatment, which reassured me somewhat, and settled down for what I as expecting to be some God-awful 5 hour wait.
Actually it wasn't that bad - a nurse (mine was a middle-aged bloke, probably gay and who probably clocked the fact that I was too, or maybe I was imagining the 'knowing looks' he was giving me) comes and takes your details after about 15 minutes and then it was about another hour or so before the doc called me in. Luckily it was early evening so not late enough to be full of aggresive drunks who'd either fallen down escalators or been kicking lumps out of each other, which probably explained my speedier than expected progress. Anyway, it turns out all I'd got was a Subconjunctival Hemorrhage. And not a very impressive one at that; the doc said it could take up to two weeks to get back to normal but even after 1 day there is a noticeable improvement. So I probably won't die after all.
I wonder if the teenager with the over-stressed mother, who had got something lodged in his ear and couldn't get it out but could feel it working it's way further in is OK; ditto the limping woman with the abcess on her foot; the bloke who needed four stiches in his chin; the kid carried in by his dad because he'd hurt his foot and couldn't walk; the bloke with blood streaming down his face from a wound on his forehead who was brought in by a policeman. Also, I thought the use of mobile phones was banned in hospitals...but EVERYONE in the waiting room was using them!
Got home feeling much better and settled down to watch the earlier episode of Dr Who which I'd recorded: The Cybermen are back !!!
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