Last night I spent 7 hours sitting round the emergency room of Christchurch Hospital. My brother has tonsillitis, and had a fever (39 degrees) and a heart rate of around 130. So being the delightful sister that I am, I dragged my sorry ass off the couch (I was watching Gangs of New York- It was nearly finished too) and went to his house and picked up daisy and joff and dragged his sorry ass to the hospital. It only took 50 minutes of waiting before we saw a nurse, which is pretty decent if anyone knows how busy the ER is at Christchurch hospital.
They tested him for nearly everything under the sun, and put and IV in him to bring up his fluids and give him some pain relief. So I sat in the little cubicle making jokes with daisy and reading “property investor”- the only non womans weekly magazine there. Eventually they moved us to an area which was a little more like the ER you see on TV, with ambulance folk bringing in lots of old folks who has heart attacks etc… which is truely depressing. I managed to get a few minutes sleep on an uncomfortable chair before someone brought in their toddler who was crying like crazy. So yeah, my brother’s temp went down a little, and they managed to get his heart rate down to 96, and let him go home, with a nice big medical certificate which gives him the next 5 days off work.
So I got to bed at just after 4am and really couldn’t make myself get up for my 9am lecture. I feel so guilty for not going, I tried to get up at 8:30, 10:30, and 11am but it wasn’t till the door to door salesmen showed up that I could bring myself to get out of bed. So now, at 1:50 in the afternoon I’ve only achieved a shower, and am contemplating on how to perfectly waste the rest fo my afternoon before my 5pm class.