My Life

Carrying On

The car trip to the hospital was silent for most of the way. I kept apologising to Mum, but she kept on denying saying "Victoria, it's ok. It wasn't your fault" so I kept quiet.

We got to the hospital and went straight to the Emergency ward. We waited for a little but, but the ward was quiet. I was the only young person there. Everyone else was older than me and had this blank stare. I decide not to look at them and look around the waiting room. Mum had gone to the Triage Nurse to register me. There were posters everywhere, though most of them were about the recent disease Ebola and if you've come back from somewhere overseas and feel sick. To me, I didn't really feel like reading those, simply because...it's got nothing to do with me.

Mum came back and sat down next to me in my wheelchair. We cuddled for a little bit, and I started crying because of the pain I was in. That moment was interrupted with the nurse calling out "Victoria?" I sighed, then took a big deep breath. 'Here we go' I muttered. The nurse wheeled me into the office to do the basics and to see what I've actually done. She came out, with her stethoscope and all these other things around her neck. She raised my leg onto her knee. It hurt. Then she felt around my leg and asked me where the pain was mostly coming from. I said near my shin but close to my calf. She felt the side of my leg and hummed. She said something to Mum but I wasn't listening. Then she said to me "Ok, so what you've done is you've torn your calf muscle" I rolled my eyes backwards and sighed yet again but with a bit of worry. Actually, a lot of worry. The doctor weighed me then wheeled me over to room 7. I was a rather large room. There was a bed then next to it was a special hospital chair. The room was empty. It was nice that way.

A young man came into our room. He said we were going next door to the X-Ray room to run a few x-Rays. He said it might help us to see if something was broken, which trust me, I didn't want to happen. Mum stayed in the room whilst the man took me into the X-Ray room. He put my leg out straight, then walked away to take the X-Ray. I look over at my foot and it was shaking. I was scared. Maybe there was something else going on in my foot than a torn muscle...