Current Mood: Angry & Sad & Sickly

Aye!

I’ve been sick the past few days with a flu and a fever. Well it’s been ok and I’ve managed. But yesterday was something different…
We went to play football with the exchanges students yesterday. It was all looking good and I had no problems with playing. Then we got a corner and I rushed to the edge of the box pointing to cross it onto my head while I did the run for the ball. Well I got to head the ball, but landing didn’t go too well.

I’ve had the spiral in my knee broken for the past 10-15 years since I stopped playing football in a club so there’s always a risk, but I saw a specialist last year who said that I should do sports since it just may work out just fine if it got used to being worked. So I player tennis and football all summer.
But yesterday, I fell down, twisted my knee and felt like Henke Larsson in overall. Massive amount of pain and yelling followed by going to the sideline. I just knew something was wrong so I decided to head back home. At that time I was able to limp back home the whole 200-300 meters. But as soon as I got back home, I twisted it again… *YELLING and SWEARING*… I decided to call my friend to take me to the hospital.

Then things got fucked up. My knee beamed the pain to my calf so I was hurting all the way from my knee to my calf. Then the fucked up system we have here in Finland with the healthcare took over.
- signing up for the care / 30 MINS
- waiting for them to diagnose / 3 HOURS
- diagnose / 5 MINS
- sending home / 5 MINS

So I just went in, waited for 30 mins to signup. There was a sign saying ‘Patients may not be taken in order they came in.’. We I thought I was in a pretty bad shape compared to these ‘Oh boy, I have a flu.’ people. So I sat down and waited for my name to be called… More people came in all the time and some were leaving.

Then after waiting for an hour, I noticed that this woman was before me in the line for signing up so I got my hopes up. But nope… Some another a-hole went in, then another, another… Then I noticed that some guy with a scar on his kneww from propably falling on the asphalt got called in after waiting for just 30mins. WTF, I
can’t walk, that guy CAN! After 3 hours I went to ask if my name had been called or if it even existed on the list.

Clerk - ‘Yes, it is here.’
Me - ‘GOOD, THEN WHAT’S TAKING SO LONG?!’
Clerk - ‘Sir, we’re taking care of people in the order they come in.’
Me - ‘That’s good, but I’ve been waiting for almost 3 hours and seen people arriving 1,5 hours later than me already going home. So what’s the sign over there for? Am I not too high on the priority list?’
Clerk - ‘Oh… Well I’m sure you will be called soon.’
M - ‘Well you better! There’s only 5 people left and it’s past 9pm already.’

Then finally I got called in. The doctor checked my knee. ‘No fluids’, she said. ‘Well that’s a good thing right?’, I asked. ‘Depends’, she replied. I was like what the fuck! She then said that she can’t risk me by taking a x-ray so she just asked me to come over again in about 2 days, gave me sticks and sent home.

The question of the week is… Am I going to wait 3 hours again to get in to see her?

Now you think that for a while.