Gang, I had A DAY yesterday! I don't want to make something that happened to somebody else all about me but my involvement in it is certainly in keeping with my usual luck.
Dad went to have impacted wax removed from his ears. Mum got a call from the place saying he'd collapsed during the procedure, was OK but was a bit wobbly and had hurt his leg. I told mum I'd walk into town to meet him (I don't drive) and get him on a bus and make sure he gets home OK.
Halfway to town mum calls me to say he's been taken to the hospital. I only have enough money for one bus journey so I walk to the hospital which is about a 60 minute walk in total. Once I get there I notice A&E is busy so I signal I'm there from the entrance (his phone has been off) and that I'll wait outside. 20 minutes later he texts me to say there is currently a 4 hour wait and I should go home. Mum calls and says my sister will pick him up when he's out so I walk back into town then get a bus home.
An hour or so later mum tells me he's fed up and thinking of leaving. He said he's feeling sick, dizzy and has really hurt his leg so we both think he should stay but he's stubborn so I decide I'm going to get the bus into town and walk to the hospital again to keep him company for however long it is before he's seen to keep him there, then get a lift home with my sister when she picks him up.
I get to the bus stop at 6:50 and see that the last bus was at 6:45... it's also prime taxi time on a Friday night, meaning none are available for a while, so I have to walk the whole way again. I don't mind walking as I do it a lot anyway but I have a bad ankle at the minute so not great news.
I arrive at the hospital carpark an hour later when dad texts me to say he's been moved to the second waiting room. I ask at reception about seeing him and am told it is too busy so I'm not allowed in. I don't mind that much because the fact he's in the second waiting area now means he's not a "flight risk" anymore but it does mean I had to do the hour walk again, as I figured I would get home quicker that way than having to stand outside in the cold until he was released.... so all in all I walked an hour there, an hour there again later and then another hour back pretty much for nothing.
Eventually I think he arrived home at half past midnight after 9 hours in A&E with news of a broken foot and a cast having been put on. Seems it was quite a bad break as he's got to go back in for injections the next few days.