Hospitalized

[fluffymark]

Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ooooooooooooooooooooooooow!

Well that was...er...interesting and unplanned. Just got back from the A&E at some random hospital in north London where I spent the night having stitches put in my leg. Yes, I've had no sleep and have spent the night with my leg in total pain.

Some overenthusiatic dancing at B-Movie led me to hit my leg against something, I later noticed a very nasty looking wound and my leg totally covered in blood. Eeeep. Lots of very helpful people did some very quick first aid. Millions of hugs and thankyous especially to snow_leopard and emarkienna who joined me in the long all night wait at the A&E (rant to follow, when I have time). Also hugs to arkady, reddragdiva, Nicolai and the random bloke in the toliets who first bandaged my leg, and anyone else who was helpful. *huuuuuuuuuuuugs*

Legs is ok but very wobbly now, the stitches are in, its covered in plasters but should be fixed soon. And i'm determined to not let this incident spoil my weekend, and as I can still walk, i'm now going to brave the trains and festival crowds and get to mirabehn's party. The prospect of sitting at home feeling all sorry for myself is not appealing, and I'd much rather be out and about doing stuff.

So must zoom now, as I'm already running late......will do full report when I have time.

Comments

[fluffymark]

he managed to spin you off you your feet and onto the glasses which broke

Ouch! No wonder it hurts like someone attacking my shin with a powerdrill. Thanks for the full details you've presented there, I've now got a much clearer picture of what actually happened. I never saw the glasses at all, before of after my collision with them.

The hand-covered-in-blood (by me touching my leg) alerted me to the problem, and I waved my hand at people to attempt to get them to notice, but was not very successful, and decided i'd just best get off the dancefloor as quick as i could. Headed staight for the toilets so I could wash off the blood, and it was there I first noticed the full damage. Fortuately Nicolai was there and with his head screwed on the right way.

While I'd have not have objected in any way to more companions in my hospital adventure, aside from carrying me to the actual hospital, you'd have found the wait inside terminally boring, and then *i'd* have felt guilty. As it was, I was feeling guilty about Mark and Catt choosing to stay there and keep me company. What you did (holding my hands while the wound was being treated with antiseptic) kept me from imploding with pain, plus your calling of the cab was already more than useful. Thankyou! :)

I was under the mistaken assumption that you had my mobile number anyway, as I had yours. But that wasn't the case, was it? I'm extremely touched that you went to the effort of not just locating my number, but checking to see if I was OK today. *smallsmile*

[arkady.livejournal.com]

Even when I'm dancing, unless I have my eyes closed I tend to have a very clear view of everything around me; and I think with the number of glasses being smashed that night perhaps a more paranoid part of my subconscious had already noticed the glasses and was nagging at the back of my mind that someone could get hurt. When you waved your hand around then headed off the dancefloor, I remarked to David that you seemed to have cut your hand on the glass; I did feel perhaps I ought to go follow you and see if you were OK, but by the time I'd managed to shout above the music to David about your hand you'd already dissappeared. I'm wishing now that I'd just gone with instinct and followed you straight off stage, as I'm sure David would have grabbed our stuff and followed me, trusting I'd explain all later.

I thought I had your number too, but when I checked my phone I found I hadn't so I texted feanelwa to see if she had it. She didn't, but she must have texted Ali to tell her I needed it. Of course I wanted to text to see if you were OK - I'd been worrying about you right from the moment I knew your leg was in that state, and carried on worrying until I read your LJ at David's yesterday afternoon!

*hugs*

[fluffymark]

You were a total star! :) Thankyou! :)

The stitches are coming out on Sunday - am looking for someone to accompany me back to the hospital then.

[arkady.livejournal.com]

As it happens, Sunday is the one day off I get this week! I'm supposed to be going to Kitty's for comics fun in the evening but I don't know what time that will be.

Which hospital is it? Your local one?

Oh, and having stitches out is much easier than having them put in; they have this wonderful little hooked blade that they just snip the stitches open with, and they practically pop out by themselves and it doesn't hurt at all. Far less traumatic than initially having them put in - but I do understand how any new and strange procedure can seem frightening, and a visit to the hospital is always easier if there's a friend along to keep you company.

Let me know where and when and I'll come along. :-)

[fluffymark]

Thankyou thankyou thankyou! :)

They gave me a choice of going back to the same hospital, or my local hospital. Given that my local is Whipp's Cross, infamous for being the worst hospital in the country, my decision was easy. So it's Whittington Hospital, 2pm on Sunday. Meet me at Archway tube station at about 1:40, say?

Relieved to hear that the taking out is easier, but I may need the oxygen mask again - we'll see. I don't know how long it'll take, but given it's an actual appointment, i'd expect less waiting than last time. I'd expect to be out in time for the comics at Kitty's.

Wow. You are wonderful! :)

[feanelwa.livejournal.com]

Yes, I nipped to the bar at BiCon because I remembered there were a load of goths there and one of them would be bound to have it. Poor Mark! *careful hug* I hope it gets better quickly!

[fluffymark]

Not many people have my phone number - you were lucky to find someone (Ali) who actually does.

Hopefully I'll be bouncing again soon, worryingly I think I've been limping more today than on previous days.