OK so there I am lying on the ground, no blood but a distinct grinding noise coming from my right leg.
Given I had zero chance of climbing BACK into the truck cabin on thing was certain…I needed an ambulance. Luckily Benalla was only over the Freeway overpass so hubby rang with confidence an ambulance would arrive shortly. He was wrong!
Hubby made me comfortable by putting a blanket over me and a pillow under my head while I rambled about things like “I have paid for our Ambulance Subscription” “Oh know we are supposed to go on holidays next week” “How’s the dog” all in between little sobs as I was trying really hard to be brave.
The pain continued to increase which to me was a good sign, I could move my ankle and wriggle my toes but I couldn’t move my leg and OMG my knee hurt! I wanted to take my shoe off but hubby wouldn’t do it (given we both have seniors first aid certificates this was a good call)
25 minutes later I was kinda concern about the ambulance still not arriving…I was craving that little green tube they give you to suck on…I knew it would be the answer to all my prayers which was currently completely focused on getting drugs to kill the pain.
After 30 minutes my ramblings turned into hatred for the Ambulance service….didn’t they know I was in pain? Where were they? I can’t even hear sirens and surely I deserve sirens!
After 40 minutes and me now calling Ambulances MoFo’s (work that one out) my husband decided it would be a great idea to call them to find out where they were. Will on hold the Ambulance FINALLY turned up….quickly I grabbed the little green tube of heaven and inhaled…deeply. The rest is kind of a blur….I vaguely remember them cutting the bottom leg of my pants off (damn I loved those pants!) and being bundled onto a stretcher and into the ambulance…they stuck cotton buds with something wonderful up my nose and I drifted…..on my way to Wangaratta Hospital.