Keeping cool in a crisis (or why strapping wheels to your feet isn’t always a good idea)

It’s been over a week since my changing a car battery tutorial. My car is currently still in car hospital. The alternator died. My dad changed the alternator but the one he bought unfortunately was also dead (really need to get the money back for that). I hate not having a car. I know many people who survive perfectly well without a car but I feel trapped. I have learned just how expensive public transport can be to get to the places I normally go without thinking twice.

In my state of feeling trapped I decided to rearrange my living room for a change of scene. This, and also, I wanted to move the xbox to the other side of the room so that it can be connected to the internet again. That has lead to a whole new problem. It looks like my gamertag may have been compromised. But that is another post for another time. (Why is nothing ever simple?!)

Recently I have been wanting to expand my social circle. I have some very good friends but I have gaps, especially with local friends that I can go out with of a weekend evening. I used to search for local groups that might interest me. I joined a few and on Friday I went along to my second meet up accompanied by one of my longest serving friends – Roller Disco…

Ok, Roller Disco when neither of us know how to skate sounded like a proper laugh, something silly that was a bit out of the ordinary. The first half hour consisted of us getting our skates on, some protective gear and making our first attempts to move around the floor. On our third attempt I felt like I was gaining confidence made it back to the table we were calling base and looked back to see where my friend was. I found her and watched her make her way back, and then I watched her unavoidably bump into someone and fall… Looked sore but I waited for her to get up. She didn’t. Next thing I knew about 6 or 7 people had rushed around her, someone was holding her head still and the first aid people were rushing over with a board to put her on.


Untying shoe laces gets exponentially more difficult when stressed. I got my skates off and made it over to her. They were putting her on a spinal board as a precaution. She had come down hard on her coccyx and they were worried about injuries elsewhere on her spine.

Now, before I go any further, I have to tell you she is totally fine, but we didn’t know that at the time. I kept talking to her about totally random things, we were laughing and joking although she was so secured in place she couldn’t nod or shake her head or move anything really. One funny moment was when one of the first aiders couldn’t find a pulse. Me: “erm, I know you’re talking to me and all but you appear to be dead” Her: “I can assure you I’m not…”

I was quietly freaking out at this point. My friend just felt silly. We are both convinced now that they went over kill both to save themselves from potential legal action and also to use her as a training exercise. I kept it totally together until they put her in the back of an ambulance and closed the door on me while they asked her more questions. I pulled myself back to the laughing, joking “this is all just a bit daft” self. While in the ambulance I was trying to come up with conversation, ANY conversation, to make the crazy long journey go faster. We decided that spinal boards with televisions suspended over the head would be a good idea. She suggested showing shows such as ER or Casualty, I suggested House. We then decided those shows take too long so something like The Big Bang Theory or Friends would be better; they are short and we’ve all seen them already so it wouldn’t matter if you didn’t get to the end before being let off the board again.

Spinal board

Arriving at the hospital was a low point. I was asked to sit in the waiting room for half an hour leaving her staring at the ceiling on her own. Not fun for either of us. My guilt level was pretty high at this point. After a while I did get to go through and sit with her, keep her chatting & laughing.

After a while she had her first check over and then was released from her shackles. More time went past and we were seen again. She was given the all clear and we were good to go. A taxi ride back to her car later and we were on our way home… 4 hours after she’d fallen.

The moral of the story? If you fall in a public place where there are first aiders around, when they ask you are “Are you ok?” DO NOT answer “no”! The correct response is “I’m not sure, give me a minute.”

KT :-)


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