Am I A&E worthy? This was my concern as I sat in the waiting room. I bore no XL Bully bite marks and no knife in the eye socket. Sure, I wasn’t right. Earlier, I went blind for a bit and couldn’t talk properly (disturbingly, no-one around me seemed to notice these difficulties at the time; did I come across brain-damaged anyway?). But was I bad enough to take up valuable A&E time, space and resources?
The paramedics who came to the flat said I had to go with them in the ambulance. Yet, I was the one who called 111, I hadn’t shrugged off the malfunction, I’d put this wuss train in motion.
