Woke up feeling like absolute death. Didn't appreciate those early wake-ups with painkillers etc. in the hospital, but now I get it. I turned off my alarm clock last night to get a good sleep, and woke up with everything having worn off and feeling like a steamroller had run over me in the night.
Everything hurt. There wasn't anywhere I could touch that didn't cause pain. Alright, that decreased when I used a different finger, but still, new pains were showing themselves with every movement. I had painkillers by my bed, but nothing to take them with, so I groped my way woozily to the kitchen and swallowed a small chemist-worth of paracetamol and codeine, then lay on the sofa till the room stopped spinning.
I got a call from the police to say they'd recovered the car and arrested someone, partly based on my description. Great. They didn't seem to think there was any damage to the car, but I'll believe that when I see it. I received a letter shortly after from the police garage threatening me with grinding my car into tiny pieces if I didn't collect it by the 21st. Nice. On my planet, we have this thing called tact, you might want to look into it. I gave them a call and asked if they could deliver it. Well, yes, normally, except the detectives had taken the key away, and wouldn't be back till the next evening. And I was paying for storage every day while they sat on it.
Both they and the police, when I queried this, said not to worry, my insurance would pay for it. I explained to them through gritted teeth that if there was no other damage, as they said, then it wasn't worth putting through my insurance, as I would lose my no claims bonus for something that cost less than my excess anyway. I'd spoken to the adjustor and confirmed this, so them twiddling their thumbs mattered. Not to mention the fact that effectively they were committing insurance fraud. No wonder our premiums are so high.
My neighbour checked on me again to see that I didn't need anything. She offered me a pie for dinner, but I was feeling in too nauseous a state for such a thing. I said I'd have beans on toast later, but in the end made do with a microwave pizza. I ordered some shopping online to be delivered the next evening.
Took a late bath and gave my aching everything a good soak. Took a risk, when washing my filthy hair, on dunking my tattered ear, but the dressing stayed on through it. even once dried again. I think it might be glued on for life now.
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