This evening I used a Minor Injuries Unit for the first time ever and it was great! I was in and out in just under an hour- I expected to be there a lot longer than that.
A week or so ago I had a silly fall at home and hurt my wrist and it doesn’t seem to be getting better and it’s quite painful – so me being me with my hate relationship with hospitals have avoided going for a week – certainly not advice that I would give to you guys of course.
For obvious reasons I didn’t want to go to my local hospital as that’s where we were sent went we lost Millie and I didn’t really want to go to a&e at Wythenshawe as i think more serious injuries should go there, so I hit Google!
I googled Minor Injury units and two came up that I could visit, Trafford or Altrincham but with the time of day it was, I decided Altrincham was the safer choice if I wanted to avoid traffic.
Now the reason that I googled this is because earlier this week I saw this photo below doing the rounds on Facebook.
Now apparently these types of places are under utilised and in particular at the moment according to the info that was with the photo, they are currently averaging 2 patients per night after 6pm – I don’t know how true this is but it might be worth a try for a minor injury; which is why I googled my local one.
I arrived in Altrincham Minor Injuries Unit and there was only 1 person in front of me waiting and I have to say all the staff were so lovely there, so thank you to everyone who helped me and had me in and out so quickly. I had an X-Ray done to confirm nothing was fractured, which it wasn’t, phew 😀 but its tendonitis and I’ve come home with a splint to wear for a while …
I’ll tell you what, I couldn’t make up the stuff that happens to me though. Whilst I was in there, I ended up kind of walking behind a dad and a daughter about 3 years old who had been for a nappy change and a woman sat down looked at me and said “they’ve just called your daughter in whilst your were in the toilet, they’re going to call her again in a minute” I responded, “I’m not with them” and the lady apologised. She wasn’t to know.
It was like a punch to the gut. It really hurts.
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Just 12 months ago, this would’ve sent me under, tonight I took it in my stride , I kept myself together in there and then had a little cry on the drive home.
This is proof, reality that things do improve for parents who are grieving, I promise and here you can see it – because just 12 months ago, I wouldn’t even have been able to step into a place like this on my own without having a panic attack, let alone someone saying something like this to me.
It will ever go away, but coping mechanisms work and every day you learn to cope better just a smidgen better than the day before.
I found Leo’s 10th tooth today! He’s doing so well with them, the one that I found today was one of his back ones and apart from dribbling a lot,we wouldn’t have know he’s been teething this week.
He loved his carrots today 😀 Check out his toothy grin.
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