Off her trolley

a&E

A few years ago, ma had a fall and we had to bring her to A&E. It was so overcrowded, it was like a scene from M.A.S.H.   Every few hours, a doctor would come to see how she was doing and ask her questions. After many hours, a junior doctor arrived asking the same questions. She lost her rag.

  • Good morning, madam. So can you tell me your name please?
  • It’s on my chart.
  • I know, but do you know your name?
  • Of course I do.
  • So?
  • So, it’s still Maisie, same as the last ten times I was asked.
  • And do you know why you were brought in to hospital?
  • I told you already.
  • Can you tell me again?
  • Oh for the love of god. I fell.
  • Where did you fall?
  • At home.
  • Whereabouts at home?
  • The west wing.
  • Excuse me?
  • Oh for god’s sake. I fell in my bedroom.
  • Did you trip or were you feeling dizzy.
  • I’m feeling dizzy with all these questions, doctor.
  • I’m sorry, I have to ask.
  • I tripped over my foot spa.
  • And did you bang your head?
  • Yes, on the side of the dressing table.
  • And did you lose consciousness?
  • No.
  • Any headache?
  • Not much.
  • Any other pains?
  • Just in my arse.
  • Oh, did you fall on your bottom?
  • No, I’ve just a pain in my arse hanging around this place.
  • I’m sure you do. Now can you tell me your date of birth?
  • No.
  • Do you not remember?
  • I do, but I’m not telling you.
  • Can you just tell me the year you were born, Margie?
  • No, and my name is Maisie.
  • But…
  • I told you this morning, and I told your colleague last night…a ladies age is her own business.
  • OK then. So, can you tell me who is the president of Ireland?
  • Why?
  • I’m just checking your brain activity
  • I’m in here because I had a fall. What’s that got to do with Mary Robinson?
  • So, you think Mary Robinson is the president?
  • She was; and then the other Mary.
  • Mary McAleese.
  • Very good doctor, and who was before her?
  • I beg your pardon?
  • Who was the president of Ireland before Mary McAleese?
  • I’m meant to be asking you the questions.
  • Aww do you not know the answer?
  • No, I’m afraid I don’t.
  • It was Patrick Hillery. Are you sure you didn’t have a fall, doctor?
  • I’m quite sure.
  • What are you looking at me like that for? Patrick Hillery was the president before Mary Robinson, and O’Dálaigh was before him.
  • Excellent, Maisie. So who is the president now?
  • Michael D is of course. Well he was before I checked in to this place. They could have had another election the length of time I’m lying here waiting for a bed.
  • Yes, it is still Michael D.
  • A lovely man, and his wife is lovely too; what’s her name again? Sabrina, isn’t it?
  • Sabina
  • That’s it, Sabina; She must’ve dropped the ‘R’. Sabrina isn’t very ‘presidents wife’ is it?
  • I’ve just a few more questions…
  • I’ve a question for you doctor.
  • Yes?
  • When can I go home?
  • We need to keep you in for observation overnight in case you have concussion.
  • Sure I’ve been here nearly a day already. Am I getting a bed or what?
  • I don’t actually know yet Marg…Maisie
  • Well, I’ll tell you what; When you have the answer to that one, come back to me.
  • I’ll see what I can do.
  • Bye now.
  • I’ll be back to you.
  • Well, only if it’s to tell me you either have a bed for me or I can go home. And get someone to bring me a cup of tea. I’m bloody parching.

She was well able for those doctors, god love them.

9 thoughts on “Off her trolley

  1. After my mother had a stroke, a doctor asked her the year, the date, and who the president was. (This was in the U.S. and the answer was Bush.) “I can’t remember his name,” she said, “but I do remember that he’s a son of a bitch.”

    I’m not sure how the doctor scored it, but I’d have given her full marks.

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  2. There should be a post trauma group for those of us who survived nights on the trolleys…
    Trollied, Ignored and Questioned… The TIQ’s

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