Ouch that hurt, I heard someone shout before darkness descends and I hit the floor.
As I began to regain I heard someone screaming in pain.
Trying to push myself up off the floor but my wrists they f*ing hurt!
The screamer becoming clearer now as I began to shout.
Before long police and paramedics attending roadside.
Gas and air my hero dealing with pain, not my pride.
Laughing with the paramedics enjoying the ride.
Straight to hospital, blue lights on the way.
Not the worse thing, says the paramedic, to happen today.
June 14th Grenfell Tower fallen, families lost and all of their treasures.
Perspective gently given and received,my pain is real but in small measure.
Angels at the hospital attending my every need.
Cleaning my skin and stemming any further bleeds.
Drs order the x rays 1,2 and 3 both wrists and my elbow to be sure.
Cast on my right arm, thank goodness for that, just one break, no more.
Morphine for pain relief, tiredness over comes me, please just let me sleep.
I'm feeling so sore and tired I could weep.
All those services all that care tenderly given and gratefully received.
How do I know, why do I care, we'll of course it's because I was there.
JUNE, 14TH, I was in a RTA, run over by a motorbike whilst I was crossing the road back to work. 8weeks later, still not back to work, had steroid injection in my wrist yesterday and it feels a lot better today, so fingers crossed it's worked, desperate to return back to work on 4th September.