Had an interesting day. Off to Albany with the wife, cruising along happily at about 110ks. The wife says, "the temperature guage is in the red. Should I stop?" Ok, off at the next off ramp and up with the hood. Sure enough a wisp of steam from the top hose coupling. No problem, a twist with the screw driver and she'll be right, or wrong as it happened. Left hand holding hose, screwdriver in slot, quarter turn, then BANG. The frigging thing exploded, thoroughly disinfecting my left hand with about 2 litres of boiling water. When my eyes stopped watering I took a look at the radiator. The connecting flange had blown off the tank completely, and the whole thing was made of plastic. Maybe I'm wrong but aren't BMWs supposed to be quality cars? Anyway it took an hour to organise the AA to get it to the garage then I had to get to the medical centre. Half an hour later I walk up to the desk. "I'd like to see a doc," says I. "Certainly sir," says the receptionist. "Please fill in these forms." "Can I not do that afterwards?" says I hopefully. "Sorry but you'll have to do them now," quoth she with a determined look. So, fill them in I do whilst blowing on the blisters and tattered strips of skin that used to be my hand. "Thank you" she smiles cheerfully having beaten another peasant into submission. "Now if you sit down someone will be along shortly to see to you. By this time I was running out of puff to blow with so I told her to call me when needed and I went and stood at the door, holding my hand out in the pouring rain to cool it. Five minutes later she called me. Thak god, thought I. at long last we'll get some service. Not so. "You haven't filled in the form correctly," she said sternly. "You forgot to fill in you employer's name and address." Now I'm a fairly patient sort of guy but I was getting a little peeved. "If you look a little closer" I said, you'll see that I'm retired, the accident happened at the roadside, and that was a couple of hours ago." "Oh, alright," she muttered grumpily. Please take a seat and I'll be with you shortly." So back I go to continue my stint as unpaid doorman. Ten minutes later I'm called in again. "It says here you've scalded your hand," she says in surprise. Have you had any medical attention?". "Not yet, but I'm hoping for a miracle" I answered grimly. "Maybe you could recommend a doctor." Suddenly I'm the centre of attention, whisked away to the surgery and my hand is wrapped in cottonwool and soaked in icy cold solution. Sheer bliss, but she who doubles as a receptionist and part time nurse wanders off again and I'm left to my own devices, with lots of wadding and an almost full container of the cold stuff. At the end of half an hour the container is empty, most of it dripping onto the floor around the table, and there's a growing pile of soggy cotton wool pads. "Oh dear," she says," and disappears in search of a mop. Anyway, I finally got my hand plastered in what looked like icecream, two inches of padding followed by three miles of bandage and topped off with a fishnet stocking held in place by sticky tape. "There," she said happily. "All finished. If you come through to reception I'll make you an appointment to have the dressings changed tomorrow." Somehow I think I'll give it a miss. I have a roll of bandage and some solarcaine in the first aid box. I reckon I'll do just as good a job without the hassles of 'modern medicine'.
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in the modern pc medical centres, especially the waiting, but you should go back and get the dressings changed tomorrow, at least. Just to make sure theres no infection and everything starting to heal properly
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Originally Posted by Rollestonchick
so glad it wasnt more than that! your heal up in no time .. take care
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