A trip to the hospital

We have been settling into a pleasant pattern of water sports for James and the boys, a few fitness classes and swimming for me, and sunbathing by the pool for Grandma, who seems extremely happy to relax, people watch and drink fruit punch. Grandma and I set up "base camp" at the pool every morning and the others come and go, relaxing with us between activities.
However late this morning just as Grandma and I were enjoying a poolside drink, the girl from the information desk approached me with some urgency and asked if I was David's Mum. It transpired that David had been hit by the boom in his boat while he was out sailing in the bay and was now bleeding copiously from a wound in his forehead. Grandma and I hurried round to the end of the pool where the first aiders were attending to him by putting steri-strips on his cut and making him drink a glass of Coke, because he was feeling very faint. Soon David, Jamie and I were on the way to the hospital in Myrina by taxi, which had helpfully driven on a path right down to the poolside. The hospital knew we were coming and we were armed with a map of the hospital and phone numbers of the first aiders. I have to say that the young staff were very efficient at arranging this and I was impressed. On the way, Davie told us more about the accident. The boom had knocked him back into the boat, and as he lay there one of the safety boats had come straight over to him - reassuringly observant - and when they saw his injury they took him straight into the safety boat, abandoning his sail boat. David said he felt guilty because the safety boat was splattered with his blood! Jamie and Alasdair didn't know what had happened and came ashore as soon as they found out. Jamie and a helpful dentist assisted the first aiders. Anyway when we got to hospital we were rather nonplussed by the signs all being (understandably!) in the Greek alphabet - it was a bit bewildering. But they were expecting us and took David straight through into a treatment room. Jamie was looking round the hospital with a very critical eye and was not impressed that the young doctor didn't wash her hands before examining David - she did put on latex gloves but Jamie said that she should have washed her hands too. Jamie took such an active part in David's examination that the young doctor eventually told him to leave the cubicle until she had finished! I got ejected too for crying! David was given four stitches just above his eyebrow, and a tetanus jab. He has to take antibiotics for four days and can't do water sports until his stitches come out in a week to ten days. That's a bit unfortunate on a water sports holiday! We also have to wake him three times tonight to check that he is not confused and disorientated, which of course caused huge hilarity from his brothers ... "How will we know?" Ha ha. We got back to the hotel in time for a late lunch and David was the centre of attention at the poolside during the afternoon; lots of people had seen him being brought in from the beach and they were all asking after him very kindly. David has been very brave about the whole thing; he made himself very popular with the nurse at the hospital by telling her that the injection was the least painful he has ever had! The local anaesthetic helped him for a few hours but the would is now starting to ache so we will give him some painkillers and encourage him to have an early night.