I needed discharging by the doctors, but before I did I wanted to get my foot X-Rayed, as it had looked overnight at one point scarily as though it was going to pop the club foot stitches from when I was two. However they managed to miss me on ward rounds, and we were again doing a hunt the doctor game. Eventually around lunchtime they managed to snag a passing doctor long enough for him to say, "That needs an x-ray" and I was whisked away by a female porter with a very snazzy way with a wheelchair.
The nurse who brought me back said I had a visitor waiting to see me, and I was surprised as for the friends who had said they were coming down it would be a bit early yet. It turned out not to be theme, but yet more police, this time to take photos of my injuries. Probably the best ones I'll have taken all year.
Shortly thereafter my friends did turn up, and I went over the events in great detail. One was more concerned with chatting up the nurses than me, I think as I appeared disappointingly intact, but they chatted for a while until the doctor finally came and released me. Officially nothing broken, just bad bone bruising.I felt like I'd spent a year in the hospital (so much seems to have happened I feel like it should be another day, but I've skipped most of it as it's either repetitive or TMI), so I was anxious to get out. I think I left my phone charger and electric toothbrush, annoyingly, in my haste.
I made it home and managed to make myself and my other friend something to eat, as I hadn't eaten much over the last couple of days, hospital food generally making school dinners look like haute cuisine, and then packed her off in a cab before crashing into bed.
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