Last week I rode an ambulance. It was the first and must be the very last time I ever ride in one.
I fell at work and this is pretty much how it went:
Me: *slips and falls face flat on wet floor*
Partner: OMG! ARE YOU OK! OMG! CAN YOU WALK! OMG! OMG!
Me: Ouchouchouch, I need to sit down, ouch.
Partner: OMG! OMG! OMG! DOES IT HURT! *freaks out*
Me: My knee hurts. *10 mins later* I need a knee brace. Or something that helps me walk.
Supervisor: You need an ambulance.
Me: Um. I need a knee brace.
Paramedic: Elevate the leg. You need ice, something for the swelling and maybe x-rays.
Me: W.T.F.
Nurse: It’s swollen! Ice! Pills! Elevate the leg!
Me: I just need a knee brace!
Nurse: Don’t move, I’ll bring a blanket!
Me: I DON’T NEED A BLANKET, I NEED A KNEE BRACE SO I CAN KEEP WORKING CRAZY PEOPLE!
Next day I had one purple mark on each knee and my dignity completely broken. Into little tiny pieces.
Broken? Fracture? Sprain? Pain killers? I hope you’re all right!!
Inflamation. I am fine, that’s what I kept telling everyone! It looked bad because you know knees, full of sensitive tissue. Thanks Kristy!