Bloody Wednesdays!


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Desc: True Story: Just another prick of a day.

Well the big day had finally arrived. Almost three months had passed since my sky-diving adventure and 'Those who know' had decided it was time for me to go home. They tried to give the impression that I was well down the path to recovery but I knew that my medical insurance was about all done and it would be hard to get anything from the outfit that had put me in hospital in the first place.

I had received one visit from that bastard instructor but he left in a hurry when I managed to throw the phone at his head as I screamed abuse and accusations of attempted murder at the top of my voice. One lousy bag of cheap grapes did not constitute restitution in my view and I had major intentions of extracting revenge and recompense from him and his evil cronies. When I was fit again. Call themselves a sky-diving school and instructors!

I hadn't enjoyed my hospitalisation. It had been months since I'd had a fag and I had only managed a couple of cans of beer in all that time. My skin was starting to crack with dryness and I hadn't had a really good cough for what seemed like forever. It was a wonder I wasn't so choked up I couldn't breathe but I fully intended to remedy both situations as soon as I was FREE!

My wife wasn't coming to pick me up as apparently she had a very important bridge game after her golf game and she would see me at home sometime — don't wait up. And anyway with the way traffic was in town it was easier for me to get a taxi. So much for spousal devotion, the bitch. When I was fit again I would deal with her as well. Seven visits in three months doesn't really cut it.

Wednesdays were not a good day in hospital as the whole place seemed to be involved in meetings and other crap to the detriment of the patients. Still, I suppose, paperwork and policy do not sort themselves out. As a consequence by the time all the discharge paperwork was done it was afternoon by the time I was ready to go.

An orderly arrived with a wheel chair and helped me aboard. It wasn't too comfortable with one leg in plaster to my upper thigh and the other one tightly bandaged from toe to knee. One arm was in full plaster to almost my shoulder and I had strapping round my chest. Ready to go home my arse!

I thought I knew what pain was until the orderly swung me round to head out and accidentally jammed my leg on the corner of the bed. My piercing scream of agony and the fact that I was nearly thrown from the chair alerted him to his mistake and he quickly dragged me back into place. I knew he was truly sorry because he kept telling me so and he did volunteer to find a towel to wipe my sweaty face, a somewhat typical reaction to pain, nowadays. Too terrified to accept and give him another chance at me I refused and demanded to be wheeled outside.

The trip through to sets of swinging doors and a ride down in a lift had me right on the edge of panic but nothing further happened. I think they are only allowed one crack at you and if they fail, so be it. When we got outside the orderly claimed it was his knock-off time and anyway he had an important staff meeting and he had to go. Lying bastard, he was just pissed off that he hadn't properly got me with his one shot. I'd get him too when I was fit again.

With my bag and baggage heaped beside me I was left sitting, immobile, in a wheelchair outside in the wind with not a taxi in sight. God it was cold but good after not smelling or tasting fresh air for so long and I figured, quite happily, that I would probably get pneumonia and die right there just outside the hospital. Serve the pricks right for kicking me out before I was ready.

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