Australian surgeon pulls my arm
8pm 13th August
The unnamed Australian is about to go off shift.
He explains that I need an operation to ‘pin’ the arm. It’s a tricky operation and he wants a good night’s sleep before doing it. They’ll be keeping me in over night for “Obs”, but there are no beds available so I’ll have to stay in the A&E waiting room.
Broken arm. Dead cell-phone. I wonder what more the night holds.
The surgeon injected some drug into the fracture before pulling my arm to ‘reduce’ the misalignment of the broken pieces.
It hurt a lot.
I screamed a bit.
He gave me a lovely hug, just like a parent with a hurt child. That moment of thoughtful kindness was wonderful and helped keep my spirits from crashing dramatically across the next 4 hours. Instead they slowly spiralled downwards