I had a bit of a shock yesterday afternoon a bit about 12:45 I had a phone call to say that my wife had a it of fall, she had hit her head and was being take to casualty. I left work in a bit of a hurry not knowing what to expect. I arrived at casualty asked for her at the reception desk and was ushered quickly to a side room.
This was where things got really scary, normally you asked to sit in the waiting area and just wait until they have been treated or admitted. Being asked to wait in side room, where there were tissues on the desk and a notice giving you the number of the hospital Chaplin was not my idea of fun. All sorts of things were going thorough my head, the receptionist did mention one thing and that the police were bringing in daughter. Things were not looking good; I had been in this room for a good 15 minutes a nurse of doctor had not been in at this point I tried to phone my daughter but her phone was switched off. While I was doing this a nurse did appear and did say that Rosemary was okay and they were cleaning her up and treating her. A little relief but I still didn’t know what had actually happened.
After about another 10 minutes the police arrived with Caz, she didn’t looking good herself a bit white and drawn. The police now explained what had occurred, Rosemary had fallen in the house and hit her head on the hearth of the fireplace, she knew she had done something serious because she could feel blood running down her face. She managed to get the phone and call 999, she explained that she lived in an up stairs flat and was unable to get down stairs to open the door. The police arrived first and had to break a glass panel in the door to gain access, then a few minutes the paramedic arrived and started to treat her, a few minutes after that the ambulance arrived.
Rosemary was taken to hospital, I was contacted and the police went to fetch Caz from school where she was doing extra study for her ‘A’ levels. The nurse reappeared and we were taken though to see Rosemary. God she looked terrible covered in blood, on a drip and oxygen and with the heart monitor bleeping it looking like something from a movie. She must have hit her head quite hard, they had shaved the front part of her hair and she had needed 19 stitches. But she was lucid and talking quite well considering. She had to go and have a CT scan but when she came back the doctor explained that it was normal and nothing to worry, nothing to worry about it looked like she had 10 rounds with Mike Tyson.
After a few more hours of waiting around, Rosemary was taken to a ward, where she was made comfortable; we left a little while later she was feeling tired and we felt it best to give her a little peace, we had been there at time for a little over 6 hours. Today we will go back and see if she can come home, but looking at the wound, I doubt at the moment.
More later!