15 + 6 points
Observation by Brand
January 17th, 2009 11:31 AM
11.35
Another wave of pain shoots up my foot.
The calming battalions of endorphins fight back, sending euphoric sensations to my brain.
Unbelieveably a fan heater is pumping stifling heat into the room.
I'm not alone, a mother and boy, hang on-no, 2 boys aged about 7 and 12 sit a few feet away. The younger cuddles up against his mother, the older moves around the room.
Four men arrive aged between 40-55, they sit across the room from me and and chat about work. One makes a phone call- naughty- to say he can't go hunting today as he has cut his hand.
I look around again- the garish colours (especially of the chairs) offend my eyes. Posters all around question me and accuse but none of it is relevant to me...
At last the heater switches itself off. Staff mill around in the distance- seemingly with nothing to do.
11.45
A name is called, our would-be hunter is summoned.
The door slides open and my name is called. A conversation soon ensues on the recent history of my life before I am abandoned, I can hear nearby voices but cannot see anyone else.
Time creeps past as I sit and write. I wonder at the possible uses of some of the devices around me, most are easy to guess, others less so- 'ultrasonic doppler flow detector' for example.
Still I wait with no-one o observe...
Time moves at a glacial pace, distant murmurings are all that I hear, punctuated by the occasional cough...
12.10
Still I await furthur inspection...
12.20
I wait...
12.30
A rather thorough (but painful) inspection results in an indeterminant verdict...
......
Eventually left at 1.15
Another wave of pain shoots up my foot.
The calming battalions of endorphins fight back, sending euphoric sensations to my brain.
Unbelieveably a fan heater is pumping stifling heat into the room.
I'm not alone, a mother and boy, hang on-no, 2 boys aged about 7 and 12 sit a few feet away. The younger cuddles up against his mother, the older moves around the room.
Four men arrive aged between 40-55, they sit across the room from me and and chat about work. One makes a phone call- naughty- to say he can't go hunting today as he has cut his hand.
I look around again- the garish colours (especially of the chairs) offend my eyes. Posters all around question me and accuse but none of it is relevant to me...
At last the heater switches itself off. Staff mill around in the distance- seemingly with nothing to do.
11.45
A name is called, our would-be hunter is summoned.
The door slides open and my name is called. A conversation soon ensues on the recent history of my life before I am abandoned, I can hear nearby voices but cannot see anyone else.
Time creeps past as I sit and write. I wonder at the possible uses of some of the devices around me, most are easy to guess, others less so- 'ultrasonic doppler flow detector' for example.
Still I wait with no-one o observe...
Time moves at a glacial pace, distant murmurings are all that I hear, punctuated by the occasional cough...
12.10
Still I await furthur inspection...
12.20
I wait...
12.30
A rather thorough (but painful) inspection results in an indeterminant verdict...
......
Eventually left at 1.15
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posted by Brand on January 18th, 2009 11:12 AM
Yup! My toe got bashed a while ago and has got worse- by fri eve I could barely walk but looks like it's damaged tendons so nothing can be done.
The A&E perhaps? What happened? Are you alright now?