I had a freak accident last night and ended up spending half the night in hospital. I was walking in the Albert Dock area of Liverpool (where I had just been to the Eurovision semi-final), and I tripped over two very large chains that for some inexplicable reason seem to be a permanent fixture across a pedestrian route. It was dark, but in all honesty it would have been easy for the same thing to happen in broad daylight if you weren’t paying attention.
I’d like to thank the two art students who called an ambulance and sat with me for 40 minutes or so until it arrived, the parademics who assessed me and took me to hospital, and the medical staff who looked after me when I got there. They were all brilliantly friendly and helpful, Liverpool seems to be such a friendly city. I had a few X-rays and a tetanus jag, but I’m told the wounds are not as bad as they look.
This does give me a little insight into the current state of NHS England, though. I was seen within three hours of arriving at hospital, but the waiting time to see a doctor seemed to be around 6-8 hours. There was a young woman ahead of me who seemed to be very ill and the nurse was apologising for the fact he had to ask her to spend the whole night in a waiting room. “I know it’s s***” he said.
I’m not sure I still have the heart to do a blogpost about my Eurovision trip after all this, but I’ll see how I feel later on. And for the person who asked about the Survation / True North poll, I’ll try to post about that at some point.
