Continued from Part I of the ‘So you had a bad day…’ series. Note – This post contains graphic photos that may not be for the super squeamish! No blood, but lots of bruises.
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In less than 2 to 3 minutes, the ambulance arrived and I was taken to Suburban Hospital in Bethesda, Maryland (about 20 minutes away from where the accident(s) occurred). The other three individuals involved stayed back and gave their statements to the police. Meanwhile, here’s how the conversation went down inside the ambulance:
Paramedic 1: I’m going to have to cut through your pants.
Paramedic 1: So that the doctors can see the injury better. *proceeds to cut*
Me: *sees knee* Omgg!
Paramedic 1: What’s wrong?
Paramedic 2: She’s a girl. She’s upset that you’re cutting her pants.
Me: NO. I’m upset that there’s a huge bump on my knee, I don’t care about the pants!!
I then spent about 3 hours in the hospital’s emergency department during which my right knee was examined and x-rayed. It was determined that I sustained no fractures; see the scan below.
The immediate diagnosis was therefore, a “bad contusion.” Wanna see what a bad contusion looks like?
The hospital gave me a knee immobilizer and crutches to use during my recovery. I was also given orders to follow up with an orthopedist and take 600mg of ibuprofen every 6-8 hours for the pain. Weaksauce pills, I know.
Next: Dealing with insurance claims.
post-script: I’d also like to note that being in a Maryland hospital as a Virginian resident was no fun while trying to contact relatives. My cell phone was the only thing left behind in my car (the paramedics kindly got all my other belongings to bring with me to the hospital). So calling my family and PV from the hospital was not as easy as dialing 9 and 1. You have to go through the operator who is not more than happy to connect you to your non-Maryland relatives. I later resorted to asking kind strangers to use their cellphones. They were nicer than the operators! Thanks again to PV and my sister for everything.