I went into my local hospital with quite a few things happening. Feeling awful and scared. Some of the nurses know me from past childhood accidents, just knowing my family or the like. They were all so kind and reassuring and I will always be thankful for their help.

However I was transferred a few hours later to a larger hospital in another city that had the equipment that was needed for my CT scan and x-rays and more staff because it was looking more serious than first thought. It was said to me that worst case if not treated is death. Fuck.

I was transported by ambulance with two of the most kind yet funny paramedics who I wish I could name and give them a bloody medal but for obvious reasons won't.

The lovely paramedic "R" was joking with me about "M" and his driving and trying to keep my mind off the bumpy ride.

When we got to said hospital there was a very long wait in triage to be seen. There were more serious patients that I heard that needed acute attention and I understood because my life was not hanging in the balance, I just needed treatment in the next 12 hours ish. It would have been about 3 hours and he stood right next to me telling me about his family and asking me questions about mine and just having light banter.

He stood on a hard hospital floor, in all his gear, both having facemasks on trying to understand each other over the racket. For 3 hours! They can't leave their patient so he had to but we both tried to ease each other's company in a way.

So I'm moved on to Resus which might sound ominous to some but it's the next step before you get to a ward bed.

I was checked over and he popped his head over and wished me all the best and to take care and he hopes he will never see me again (as in being ill and in an ambo) all light hearted.

I went straight for a CT scan and x-ray and holy shit! At 3 something am, the nurses, doctors, porters, everyone was so kind, reassuring and one of the nurses in the middle of the next night came to check my OBS sat down with me for half an hour and comforted me and just talked. I'm sure she would have been flat strap with other things but she just sat on the end of my bed and talked to me.

I have never been so reassured when waiting for all these scans and tests to come back. Will I die? Am I just sick?