I have just came back from the A&E at the WIG. Been there so long I was charged rent and given a rent book
Number 2 son tripped on a pothole in the eastend today and by the time I saw him his ankle and foot was all swollen, black and blue and very painful. So off we went about 7 ish and hours later we were told, no bones broken but needed double tubey gripped, elevated and pain killers as necessary and expect it to be sore for 3 weeks at least. They were very nice, efficient and professional but how they do it I dont know. Around about eleven thirty the police were patrolling the clinical area and waiting room. Loads of eejits and casualties of the same , one wee lass had been skelped in the face with a full can of cola by a ned just chucking it at her as she walked by with her pal . Another mad wummin who had been attacked by a baseball bat wielding thug and had her toes broken (?) and her head and face battered tae bits was creating hell cos she wanted oot fur a fag and literally dragged herself back oot tae the waiting area with the drip bag hanging fae her to get her man to take her outside for one while calling the staff a shower of cheeky bams. (It was freezing and she only had a t shirt and trouser on too) but out she went twice. She sent her man home with her trainers in his hand cos as she said she wouldnae be needing them for a while cos of the stookies. I am rattling on but honestly, nobody would believe it if they read it in a book.