Twas two nights before christmas and all through the town.....it was foggy. Very foggy. But the strange thing was it was lieing in banks. You could walk twenty feet in one direction and you could go from a real peasouper to clear air.
The police were forecasting a really busy night but for us at least it didn't really materialise. We were busy but not stupidly busy.
Anyway, last job of the evening. We got sent to a "Granny down". I forgot, we're not supposed to call them that anymore. Off we went, through the fog. I thought I saw a pirate ship on the river but I wasn't sure. Soon we arrived at the address, we had been given a code for a keysafe in which were contained her door keys. It turned out her keys were under the doormat so I don't know what the code number was for.
We let ourselves in and found the lady on the floor by her bed. She was desperate to get off the floor. She insisted she didn't have any pain.
We made ready to get her off the floor. Looking again, we noticed her leg. Her thigh had a sort of step in it.
Oh dear.
She had obviously broken her leg when she fell. The bone in the thigh is called the femur and it is a big bone. When it breaks it (usually) causes a lot of pain and is quite difficult to fix.
The standard procedure for a braek like this is to splint the leg and put a bit of traction on it to pull the bone ends back together.
The problem was that we were not paramedics so we needed one to give the lady some morphine so we could move her.
We waited. I went out to the ambulance to get bits and pieces. And fell over. It was icy underfoot. I got the bits and slid back to the house. I asked her if I could nick some of her table salt and went a'scattering.
The cavalry arrived at this point
Long story short we got her to hospital with a minimum of discomfort. Throughout the whole operation she didn't complain at all. Didn't wince and didn't make a fuss. I doubt that she will go home again as she was pushing ninety but I may be wrong.
Lovely lady but a real shame
