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Slipping out the door of a truck, carrying an extra 61 lbs. of package and landing on the edge of the curb is how you do this to your ankle.
With only one day before starting my vacation, I managed to sprain the hell out of my ankle. My foot went out the door and I could feel it turn sideways. The outside of my foot landed right on the edge of the curb and I heard a deep grinding noise followed by a loud pop. It was similar to the sound of rolled up bubble wrap being twisted....only two octaves deeper.
So down I go, sprawled across someones lawn. An old guy driving by figures I'm not picnicing (while holding my right foot) and stopped. He and the woman who lived there call 911 and helped me call my office.
The EMT guys arrive in five minutes along with the paramedics. Wow, they never show up that fast where I live. With another 3 minutes I was entering the hospital. Everyone thought it was a broken ankle. For ONE HOUR I layed on the ambulance gurney unable to get a slot in the emergency room. My writhing wretched form was assured pain medication would be on the way. Once I got a bed I sat there for another 20 minutes before being brushed away for x-rays. The x-ray tech wondered why I haven't been given any pain meds. I returned to the ER and the doc in charge tells me there porbably isn't a break and he'll return with something for pain.
He never came back. Brendi is ready to kill every staff member by this point.
The doc comes strolling by (lunch tray in hand). A nurse says that the injured UPS guy is still waiting for pain medication. This quack says "I asked him if he wanted something for pain and he said 'no'." Then opens the curtain and tells me "I never promised you anything." I reminded him of what he said earlier and he just walked away saying "I don't recall that."
Now, it's one thing to be incompetent. And it's one thing to forget. But to flat out LIE to a patient is another crime altogether. Apologise, make an excuse, whatever, but don't lie to me to cover your ass.
So it took TWO AND ONE HALF HOURS to get a freaking shot of demerol. People, if you plan on having an accident in east whittier, please ask to go to the Presbyterian Hospital and avoid Whittier Community.
Thanks to the passing motorist who stopped to help me and the lady who's front lawn caught my fall.
...is a long time to be a utility driver.