Swan attacks in Clare |
Later, hurrying back to the house from the studio through torrential rain, I missed my footing and tumbled forward onto the wheelbarrow. I have cut my head open to a gaping scalp wound so Ann insisted I go to A&E (or ED as it is now called) to get it dressed and assessed. She has been drinking to ease the tooth pain, so she phoned Edwin to take me. He was in Bury taking Andre through his driving test but came back to take me to hospital. He was delayed by a road traffic accident. A car was on its side in a ditch so the road was closed, but he diverted and finally I am at the hospital following Edwin's second emergency dash in one day.
Because of COVID no one can stay with me, so I’ve been sitting alone in Waiting Room A for 2 hours. More people keep arriving and ambulances are drawing up but none of us are called. Eventually though, I am taken through for triage. The nurse straps a wet dressing to the scalp then sends me back to the waiting room for the doctor to see.
It’s all happening here. A young man has staggered in after skidding and going over his handlebars in the rain. He says he heard the bone snap and now can’t move his arm. A woman has tired of waiting and is sobbing at the reception counter saying she can’t wait any longer and must go home. A young couple sit opposite, scantily dressed. The girl is shivering with grazed bare arms and a low-cut dress. Now an alarm has gone off and six people have rushed into the night through the door to see goodness knows what.
Grandad John with new bonnet |
Two policewomen came in to interview the young couple sitting opposite. They had been in the crashed car that delayed Edwin. The driver said he’d hit a patch of water and the car started to aquaplane; it rode on a sea of water “like ice” and skidded off the road. Luckily both were well but shaken and bruised and in for check-ups.
At last I see the doctor, a lively young man training to be a GP. He says the skin flap is already dead and cannot be stitched, but the wound is not deep. He cleans the dried blood and old leaves from my hair and wound, and rebandages it with a simple patch. I text Edwin who arrives with Ann in the car, both glad to have their concern eased. We finally get home at one a.m. just five hours later.