An hour from now I’ll be in an ambulance en route to the hospital. In an hour and a half I’ll be on a gurney in the emergency department triage. In two hours I’ll be in a room, yellow sector no doubt. I’ll have a sitter, and the sitter will have a book of word puzzles. The sitter will fall asleep within twenty minutes, wearing that scrubs top with flowers and an afghan enveloping her obesity. In three and a half hours I’ll see the doctor. He’ll write me for an IV and pain medication. In four and a half hours I’ll finally get the pain medication. A nurse who knows me will enter my room with a pink bin filled with this and thats. We’ll exchange pleasantries. He’ll irrigate the wounds, exposing the bone, no longer overlapped by tendon. I’ll make a few comments about what I see. I’ll tell them to be careful because there’s arterial damage and it’ll squirt. There will be arterial damage and it will squirt. In five hours the doctor will come in with someone from plastics. The both of them will hover over me and comment on what they see. At this point I’ll be asking for more pain medication. I’ll receive dilaudid via IV fifteen minutes later. Then the doctor will come in with his pink bin full of this and that and ask me if I’ve been to radiology. I’ll say no. Ten minutes later someone who knows me, dressed in blue scrubs will push and pull my bed towards the X-ray machine. I’ll have two x-rays done in two different positions. I’ll be wheeled back to my room in the yellow zone. At unpredictable times Amy will call. Pam will call. Soon after I’ll be stitched up, all the while making conversation with the doctor and watching.. learning. About eight hours from now I’ll speak to a psyche representative. She’ll say “Remember these three words. I’ll ask you to repeat them later. House, honesty, apple.” She’ll continue on. She’ll ask me to repeat the three words. I’ll say “House, honesty, apple.” She’ll say she needs to speak with my therapist and to Pam but she won’t think I’ll need to be admitted into the ward. An hour later, with Amy by my side, the psyche rep. will enter the room and tell me I’m ready to go. Ten minutes later the nurse will come in with paperwork. I’ll ask for a prescription. She’ll tell me she’s going to get the doctor. The doctor will enter. He’ll write me a prescription for 10 Oxycodones. Then I’ll leave.
And the cycle rotates as it always has.
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