Well here we are.I have told you the details of how I shot myself and the trip to the hospital.I have told you about my interogation by the cops and the exam by the doctors assitant.Now the fun begins!
As the doctors assistant looks over my leg and tries to find the exit wound he begins to twist my leg.The pain is unbarable at this point and i beg him to stop.
My father says "IS ANYONE GOING TO GIVE HIM SOMETHING FOR THE PAIN OR ARE YOU GOING TO LET HIM SIT HERE IN AGONY ALL NIGHT" AND SINCE MY FATHER IS A 6'2" 280# italian he gets the attention of the doctors assistant and the nurse pretty quickly.
"Yes sir let me get the doctor in here to look at this and i will start working on some pain meds. for your son" the nurse says as she hustles out of the room.
The D.A. is still looking over my leg when he notices a large lump on the oppisite side of my leg from the hole where the bullet went in.It is just above my ankle joint which is why he did not notice it at first.He says something to my father in a low voice and leaves the room.My father looks at me and says...
"He thinks the bullet has shatterd your ankle and is still lodged in the bone."
"Well if my ankle is shattered how the heck was i able to walk out to the car on my own?"I ask
"I don't know son,i don't know!"he replies
The door opens and in walks the doctor(finaly).He introduces himself and makes some stupid joke about "don't shoot yourself in the foot" which no one in the room laughs at.
"O.K. lets take a look at this leg"he says.
As he lifts my leg up he takes out some kind of probe that looks like a pen,alot like a pen,and he starts poking the hole where the bullet went in.All of a sudden a thick dark stream of blood starts oozing out and running down my leg.It is darker the normal blood and runs slow like syrup.
"Is this the first time it has bled?" he asks
"Now that you mention it,there was a little blood at first but then it stopped while i was holding it,before i got up and walked" i tell him
"O.K. let's get you down to X-RAY and get a better look at this"the doctor says and leaves the room.
"Did anyone else notice that he poked my bullet wound with a pen?" I laughingly say
My wife still has not gotten back from talking to the cops so i ask my brother in-law to go and see what is going on with her.A little old lady in a nurses uniform comes in and says she is going to take me to X-RAY now.My dad helps me into the wheel chair and she starts rolling me down the hall.As we turn to the right to go down another hall she turns too hard and ramms my wounded foot right into the wall.I let out a scream that would have done any war movie proud.
"OH MY GOD ARE YOU O.K.,I AM SO SORRY" she says
I am in so much pain i can't even answer her,i just wave my hand to keep going.She gets me to the x-ray room and parks me out in front of the door then leaves.I sit and I sit and then I sit some more.Finaly after about 15 mins. of just sitting in this hallway by myself i knock on the door.The door opens and a nurse sticks her head out and asks "OH where did you come from?"
"You have got to be kidding me!" I say with more then a little anger and frustration in my voice!
"How long have you been out here?"
"15 mins. at least!Did that other nurse not tell anyone i was here?"
"I am so sorry!"
Anyway to make a long story short the other old nurse never bothered to let anyone know that she left me sitting in the hall,nor did she bring my file down.So i have to wait another 10 mins. while they track down my file and figure out what x-rays the doctor wants.Had it been me i would have just x-rayed the LEG WITH THE BULLET IN IT!!!!!!!!!
They take me back to my room and help me back into the bed.My brother in-law informs me that my wife is nowhere to be found and that the cops are looking for her too.He says that he checked the parking lot and that my car was not here either.
It is about this time that the hospitals financial witch comes in and starts with her stupid questions,too which most of my answers are "No i don't have ANY insurance!"
She leaves and takes her disapproving looks with her.I hope you the reader are aware that it has now been almost 2 full hours since i SHOT myself and i have not been given a single thing for pain,not even an asprin.My leg has been poked with a pen,twisted 7 ways i did not know it could bend,and smashed into a wall by old nurse "forgets patients in the hall"
And my wife is missing and the cops are looking for her.
Needless to say i was a little on the angry side of life at that moment.
After about 15 more mins. the doctor and his assistant come back into the room and the doctor says
TO BE CONT.