Mid last week, Marcus goes to the doc with a couple of rather large pimples. Turns out they are some kind of staf infection. One in his leg is cleaned out leaving a 5 to 6 mm hole and behind that a cavity the size of a marble. Apparently a whole lot of goop came out. In parallel with all of this he is on some high powered antibiotic.
Then today, chis has a bit of a bump in football. It's the dying moments of a BGS football tragedy. The 13C's are loosing a gazillion Nil to Nudgee. There are seconds to go and Grammar are 10m from the line.
This is the first half. The accident is at the end of the second half.
Chris has the ball and he is running in the right direction. Crash and he is on the ground. People gather round and the magic water is poured but unfortunately it does not work. The ref blows full time and everyone gives three cheers for everyone else. A lady with a glow in the dark vest driving a golf buggy is driving past carrying the dead from another gladiatorial encounter she advises that she is full but the smell of more death soon draws her back.
Chris is loaded and transported to the first aid tent. While ice is applied and on lookers express sympathy, the head mortician takes a waiting patient on their final journey. While she is away, Chirs asks for the ice to be removed as it is extremely painful. Upon the ambulance lady's return, we discover the ice was really a test for potential fracture and the hyper sensitivity pointing to a potential fracture.
So once again Chris and I board the buggy complete with car keys, bags and drink bottles and the kind lady drives us to the edge of the school and then walks with Chris the 20m to our car. Megan and the rest of our entourage stay to watch the firsts.
Chris reclined in the back of the Vito with sick bag and water bottle at hand. We proceeded down Sangate road. The GPS advised 15 minutes to Royal Childrens Hospital but it seemed unaware of the Airport link tunnel and that chopped the time down to about 5 minutes. Upon arrival, we were seen pretty quickly but then the waiting began.
2:35pm
Megan text'd us and the score was 19-3 Nudgee way. How bad can it get!
Chris's arm was X-ray'd. No longer are films developed. The 'plate' was some kind of wireless sensor that zapped the image into the bowls of the health department computer system. lets hope this system is not managed by the same burocrats who manage the payroll system or we might be queued for a kidney transplant.
2:48pm
More waiting and Megan text's us that the score is 19-6 Nudgee way. Good to see an improvement.
We hung around the computer expecting to have a look at the X-rays but eventually a couple of nurses (I guess) turned up and pronounced the diagnosis and the the treatment was a temporary cast and some bandages. Apparantly swelling prevents the application of a full cast for a few days.
2:53pm and the score is 19-11. This is good.
Half time and Nudgee turn on the entertainment. Megan advise by texrt "A drum line and 6 bulls".
6 bulls. What kind of auto-correct has resulted in 6-bulls. Megan confirms 4 legged animals but one escapes and trys to take out the drum line and then turns it's attention to the grammar supporters. Ah ha the Nudgee secret weapon. If you can't beat em, trample them.
3:30pm 19-25
24-25 Nudgee are getting louder.
24-37 BGS takes the cake and Nudgee gets to shovel...... And the rest of us bask in the reflected glory. (BGS vs Nudgee)
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