Shelfer
03-09-2007, 02:06 PM
Thursday 8th March, 2007 11:42pm: Just dropped a 'friend' home after the entertaining yet disappointing cup defeat at the hands of the Flames. Thoroughly looking forward to a decent night's sleep after my fanzine efforts the night before had kept me up til 2am....
11:47pm: Phone beeps. Text message from Storm U-19 defenceman PLEADING with me to bring some supplies down to A&E as the vending machines are broken.
11:54pm: Not entirely sure quite why I am doing this, but pull into garage and purchase requested items - 'man' (closest I have seen to the missing link) grunts at me. Apparently that meant "want a bag for that sir?" Leave quickly, fearing for my life.
00:10am: Arrive at hospital. Hand over goods to said U-19 and actually get given the money spent back. Lucky I was in A&E, as needed the defibs to bring me back from the edge I was that shocked!
00:15am: Sudden attack of guilt, as U-19's mum is slumped in chair, clearly fed up with everything. Mouth engages before brain and I offer to run him home once he's been seen so she can get away. Mum disappears out the door in a cloud of dust. I take my seat and place head in hands as realisation hits me.
00:20am: Make 1st attempt to scan the rest of the waiting area. Several people seem to be there purely on the grounds they are overweight, while others don't seem to be there for any reason other than its probably warmer than their houses....keeps the bills down I guess.
00:25am: 1st of the thursday night brawl victims is wheeled in, followed by several coppers and presumably his aggressor. One of the coppers is the same one that stopped me last week on the way back thru MK from the Guildford game. He's got nothing on me now though! :busted_co
00:38am: several childish jokes later r.e 'Suchard' and its various pronounciations, I spill nearly half of my hot chocolate on my hand, the rest on the floor. Don't think I'll sign in for any burns treatment though....just dented pride.:blush:
00:48am: Having 'read' (term used loosely) thru the Daily Star (what a pile of dross that is) and the Sun (great story r.e Arsenal's demise in Europe on back page) thoughts turned to sleep. A quick look round at some of the now resident people in A&E convinces me staying awake is the safe option.
01:32am: FINALLY the boy wonder is called, limps like a weakling to a room, where he spends the next ten minutes being felt up by a tiny asian doctor. Pretty sure he was hoping for Tina Hobley or an equivalent standard trainee nurse.
1:45am: He's going for an x-ray. Something for him to take to 'show and tell' tomorrow I guess. He limps over to the x-ray studio, probably once again expecting a hot mamma in a short white skirt.
1:46am: We are greeted by a lady that kinda resembles a 6ft tall 'Spuggie' (from Byker Grove). Scary stuff.
1:58am: Back to our Asian Dr chap. No break, just some pathetic soft tissue damage.
2:10am: U-19 wimp asks for painkillers. Think they fobbed him off with two M&Ms, but decided to say nothing.
2:28am: Finally drop limpet home.....I'm off home to bed. I hate kids. :mad:
11:47pm: Phone beeps. Text message from Storm U-19 defenceman PLEADING with me to bring some supplies down to A&E as the vending machines are broken.
11:54pm: Not entirely sure quite why I am doing this, but pull into garage and purchase requested items - 'man' (closest I have seen to the missing link) grunts at me. Apparently that meant "want a bag for that sir?" Leave quickly, fearing for my life.
00:10am: Arrive at hospital. Hand over goods to said U-19 and actually get given the money spent back. Lucky I was in A&E, as needed the defibs to bring me back from the edge I was that shocked!
00:15am: Sudden attack of guilt, as U-19's mum is slumped in chair, clearly fed up with everything. Mouth engages before brain and I offer to run him home once he's been seen so she can get away. Mum disappears out the door in a cloud of dust. I take my seat and place head in hands as realisation hits me.
00:20am: Make 1st attempt to scan the rest of the waiting area. Several people seem to be there purely on the grounds they are overweight, while others don't seem to be there for any reason other than its probably warmer than their houses....keeps the bills down I guess.
00:25am: 1st of the thursday night brawl victims is wheeled in, followed by several coppers and presumably his aggressor. One of the coppers is the same one that stopped me last week on the way back thru MK from the Guildford game. He's got nothing on me now though! :busted_co
00:38am: several childish jokes later r.e 'Suchard' and its various pronounciations, I spill nearly half of my hot chocolate on my hand, the rest on the floor. Don't think I'll sign in for any burns treatment though....just dented pride.:blush:
00:48am: Having 'read' (term used loosely) thru the Daily Star (what a pile of dross that is) and the Sun (great story r.e Arsenal's demise in Europe on back page) thoughts turned to sleep. A quick look round at some of the now resident people in A&E convinces me staying awake is the safe option.
01:32am: FINALLY the boy wonder is called, limps like a weakling to a room, where he spends the next ten minutes being felt up by a tiny asian doctor. Pretty sure he was hoping for Tina Hobley or an equivalent standard trainee nurse.
1:45am: He's going for an x-ray. Something for him to take to 'show and tell' tomorrow I guess. He limps over to the x-ray studio, probably once again expecting a hot mamma in a short white skirt.
1:46am: We are greeted by a lady that kinda resembles a 6ft tall 'Spuggie' (from Byker Grove). Scary stuff.
1:58am: Back to our Asian Dr chap. No break, just some pathetic soft tissue damage.
2:10am: U-19 wimp asks for painkillers. Think they fobbed him off with two M&Ms, but decided to say nothing.
2:28am: Finally drop limpet home.....I'm off home to bed. I hate kids. :mad: