nursing officer

A nursing officer came to me. She asked how the accident happened.

"slipped and fell at home", I said.

The nursing officer was a funny yet friendly woman.

"That's why fall and slip are dangerous, have you heard old ppl cannot stand any slip and fall."

She gave a briefing to my mom what should be brought to me because I would have a long time staying at the hospital.

"My goodness..." I groaned. I still could not believe it was something so terrible.

Then my parents left. This was the first time for me to stay at the hospital.

To make myself feel better. I just thought of it as a long vacation.

B4-16

I was admitted as B4-16.
I had no fancy about hospital.
The ward was quiet and calm.
I put on the standard checker clothes of public hospital.
I became a patient.
My parents were anxious, I was anxious, three times of anxieties.

A doctor came and tried to comfort us. The operation was a must. such to put the broken pieces into the right places. The most important thing was to be fearless about pain. (yes, to be fearless.)
Doctors and nurses in this ward were very different from those that I often saw. I had always had the impression that nurses were being harsh to people.

So an alabaster officer came to make a plaster support for my right leg.

But no operation for the night because my foot was swollen. Terribly swollen.

"Bed rest," the doctor instructed the nurse.

The nurses put up the bars on both sides of the bed.

I was not allowed to leave the bed.

I had to learn to live a new lifestyle.

a not very ordinary accident

This is a not very ordinary accident. I still cannot figure out how did it happen and why did it happen.
I am still thinking about it.
It just happened at a very ordinary place, a very ordinary time but it was just not very convincing.

I broke my right ankle on 16 January. It was almost two weeks ago.

I was at home that afternoon. After taking a few shots of my father in the funny dwarf hat. I returned to my room.

When I made a right turn to my room, I slipped. I was falling towards the wardrobe. But I tried to maintain my balance. However it was too late. My right foot was stuck to the door. So I fell and I heard a clear "click". So that's. I broke my ankle.

Fortunately, my parents were at home. They rushed to me and saw that was not good at all. My mom was rubbing my forehead because I hit my head on the floor. My father was rubbing my foot. The pain was so great that I could not help crying. I have never been this before. Tear ran furiously. I grabbed the door so hard such to release my pain.

All of us had a wishful thinking that this was just an ordinary "leg twisting" event. However, it was not.

I saw my foot deformed and twisted outwardly.

"It must be joint dislocation." I tried to comfort myself.

However it turned out to be sth more serious that that.

My father was thinking about getting me to Chinese Orthopedist. But this was apparently not the case.

I urged him to send to hospital . I could barely walk.

So I used the ambulance for the first time in my life.

I was sent to A&E and the pain was so great that I kept shaking.

Non-urgent cases took around 180 minutes...

But I was given the quickest treatement and X ray.

"How did you hurt yoursefl?" asked the doctor.

"At home. I slipped"

"???" (That seemed to be something very ordinary for old ladies, but for a middle-age woman ... it is very unusual. So it was fair enough for doctor to have such expression.

"Then go to the X Ray."

You know what having a broke ankle (I still did not know that I had a fratured ankle at that time.) Having a hurt ankle and crawled to the X Ray table and made my foot x-rayable, was a very terrible move.
It's like learning something new. I even did not know how to coordinate all my limbs.

So I went to the outside to wait again.

I was called immediately.

Here came the doctor again.


"Excuse me Miss, You had broken your ankle."

"It couldn't be."

"Yes. You did. You will be admitted to the hospital tomight. No food and drink. You will have an operation tonight."

"How could that be..."

My mom and I could not accept that at all. To convince us, the doctor showed us the x-ray film.

Yes, I had the supporting bones on both sides of my lower legs broken.
(It's very difficult to spell the medical term. Just leave it alone.)

Then the doctor vanished.

A nurse helped us to prepare for the admission. My mom was desperate and she asked whether this was serious.

The nurse replied calmly, "It is better than nothing can be done."

I was wheeled to the O&T ward.