This evening I watched a programme “24 Hours in A&E” with Alasdair. It’s one of those dreadful voyeuristic reality television programmes, each episode of which follows the stories of several unfortunate people who end up in A&E. I don’t even really know why we started watching it; Ally had come home quite late and we were chatting and it was on in the background and I suppose it caught our attention. The stories were padded out with lots of unnecessary background information about the patients e.g. “He was a bad boy when he was younger but now he’s a great person.” It also kept cutting to the sombre features of “State the Obvious Nurse” who pronounced banalities such as “If you are stabbed in the chest you may damage a major organ.” or “Becoming a father is a huge step in life.” It was truly a waste of an hour.
It did remind me of a visit to A&E with a pupil a few years ago, who had fallen awkwardly while swinging on a classroom chair. He was a nice lad but not the best behaved. He lay in the cubicle shouting “Where did she put my fags?”* and I had to reassure the hospital staff that this was normal behaviour for him and not a result of his head injury. Luckily he was not seriously hurt.
* I had confiscated his cigarettes earlier when he tried to light one in the ambulance.
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