ACCIDENT WAITING TO HAPPEN...

Picture this:



It's the 2nd of January 2008, were all sleeping except for my dad. Now were in the process of painting our house. It's approx 10:30am. I practically fall out of bed with the sound of a ladder slamming against the tiles. Half asleep I try racing out of bed while hearing my mother screaming down the house. I race out of my bedroom to see my dad lying on the ground motionless with the ladder on top of him. My mother has come storming out of her room screaming before she has seen the situation. The only words my dad mutters out is "Call an ambulance."



I race back into my room, hands shaking, still half asleep dialling triple 0. Operator answers and I have no idea how to start. Within minutes I blurt out that we need an ambulance and hang up. We race downstairs to check on my dad who's lying there motionless and not speaking. Were panicking thinking his unconcious as he isn't speaking to us.



My mother races upstairs to change clothes to go to the hospital with the ambulance. The ambulance seems to be taking longer than it should so I race to the phone to make call number 2. As I'm trying to speak to the operator who is giving me insturctions on checking on my father the sirens of the ambulance arrive. I quickly tell the operator that the ambulance is here and slam the phone shut.



Meanwhile my mother is rushing like crazy downstairs. The ambulance arrives and the officers rush in to check on him. One of the officers rush outside to collect the stretcher while the other one calls for back up as they need more people to lift my dad off the ground.



They spend a good 20 minutes doing what they have to do while the other officers arrive. The minute the officers arrive they slide my dad on to the stretcher and take him away in the ambulance. My mother went with the ambulance and left me behind to collect a few things.



I quickly rush to the garage to get my car out. Once the car is out I call my brother to explain the situation to him. The response I get is his dogs in the middle of giving birth and he can't leave. WTF? I dont know why I bother sometimes with him.



I jump into the car and race to the hospital. My dad's in the emergency ward and were stuck waiting for him to see a doctor. Eventually we are told they are taking him in for some X-rays. My mum and I decide to hit the hospital cafe for some caffeine. It's time like this that I need a coffee.



We still haven't heard the whole story of how my dad managed to fall from the ladder or how high he was when he fell. We wait paiently for the results. The doctor finally informs us that he is ok but has a few bruises here and there.



We manage to see him and his still in shock of the accident. He tries explaining to us that he was only half way up the ladder when the ladder tumbled over. Luckly for him. Afterwise the injuries he could of done if he smacked his head against the tiles is huge.



What a great way to start the year...