ALL NIGHTER IN A&E

 Hi Amazing Readers,

Doing an all-nighter in the A&E is not a life experience you should look forward to. I've been there before. It's no joke. Trust me. It's not an ideal place to spend a whole night. You'd rather be Netflix and chilling, or Disney Plus and chilling. The chairs are super uncomfortable. Your back can turn numb and break into a million shards of slimy gooey sludge; you could even turn into a hunchback like Quasimodo from The Hunchback of Notre Dame. Getting poked and prodded like a test subject in a lab isn't fun. Someone sticking a needle in your skin should be feared on another level. I'm a huge fan of needles, they don't freak me out, I love looking at the blood. It's like a creepy fixation right? Not that I'm a creep. I think getting a cannula stuck in your arm sin't the most friendliest conversation starters right? The A&E department could be like MI6 'cause they have all your info stored in the computers.

Sitting there is like a waiting game. It's like the game makers of The Hunger Games springing a new life or death obstacle in your way. Patience is not my strong suit, I fidget way too much. Sitting in a chair waiting for someone to analyse the mystery behind uncontrollable hacking coughs can be nerve wracking. Especially if you've slept like a bat in a cave for days on end. Tapping your food on the floor helps for a bit. Finding out what's wrong with you reminds you of that line in Peaky Blinders when Tommy Shelby says 'In the bleak midwinter.' Waiting makes your heart beat in your chest crazily until it feels like you've ran a marathon, and your heart's about to slam out of your ribcage. I bet you're trying to close your eyes; you try to think of something light to not be a mood killer, but it's an epic failure on your part. 

Nerves are an enemy waiting to kill you slowly. Like an assassin with a sniper rifle lying in wait ready to psyche you out. They swim in your stomach like worms trying to eat you alive. The cold clammy feeling in your hands starts to take you off your game. Your hands shake like a mini earthquake erupting in your body. You know you're an abnormal person with an acquired taste, but everyone has those nail-biting, hair standing at the back of their neck, skin-scratching nervous ticks. I think a cold tickle of sweat can even go down your forehead or neck. Maybe your heart is in your mouth or something. Everyone has their own quirks. 

It's like sitting in the yard in prison. Waiting rooms can be your own personal hell. It's hard to snooze in them too. Your body might be exhausted, but sleep doesn't come 'cause you're trapped in the maze of your mind that's playing trucks on you. It makes you think the worst possible outcomes. Waiting for Docs and Nurses is like waiting for an autograph from your favourite movie star. It's worse when your parent/guardian is sitting next to you in the darkest pit of oblivion worried about you. Try to be positive so they don't freak out on you. You have to show them you're touch as nails. Be brave like the Dauntless in Divergent. Turn your poker face on if you must to mask the fear. There's a line in Divergent that inspires me, which is 'fear doesn't shut you down. It wakes you up.' It reminds me of challenging my fears to find a solution to get back up when the going gets tough. 

Don't complain too much. It stresses people out. I know impatience can bring you to tears. Don't let it. Distract yourself with a phone if you wanna pass time. I didn't have mine, otherwise I'd have stopped whining, and been cool as a cucumber. Experience has taught me that great things come to those who wait. I had to wait until 9AM in the morning. During the all-nighter there were a lot of police (I will be American and say cops here, or feds, maybe even popo, or the Nine-Nine.) Why do inmates need to be seen urgently? I'd been sitting on my backside waiting patiently for hours. The cuffs and chains get privileged and prioritized unfortunately. There should really be a separate bit for the criminal outcasts of the world in hospitals, but sadly there isn't. 

Doing an all-nighter in the A&E has taught me you have to get checked out A.S.A.P if there's something seriously wrong with you. I'll leave you guys to chew on this and wait until the next post. 

Enjoy.

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