So I checked in with my injury to my local hospital A&E. Wait time 2-3 hours. I had a banter with the receptionist about keeping fit by playing football (soccer if you're in the US), after which I was duly checked in and told to take a seat (if you're interested; the receptionist ask why I don't take up golf to which I quipped, thats not a real sport...)
A quick scan of the room shows nothing particularly interesting, some toddlers and kids, police and shackled prisoner. I await my first call.
Forty five minutes after my arrival, I get my assessment call and was greeted by a rather up beat smiling nurse. I gave her the low down, nobody tackled me, mini-blackout then sudden pain, with a popping sound (yes in that order). That last bit was met with an inhaling "suooo" sound. No beds available for her to examine me so back to the holding tank.
More constables arrive, no prisoners this time but something kicked off outside of the hospital and I mean no where near it.
Its now 11pm and I'm in a room waiting to be seen by a doctor. Its another 20 minutes before he gets to me. He pokes, pushes and twists most of which cause serious discomfort. His assessment, torn inner knee muscles. A nurse pops in and I get issued some serious pain killers, crutches, leaflets about knee injury and physio department number to call in the morning.
11:55 pm I'm outta there, taxi home and well, thats it.
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