Due to having 2 teenagers who play rugby I am quite a regular at our local A+E department.
Now when I say local, I mean a 50 minute drive away sort of local. one of the down sides to living in the country I guess.
Now normally I wouldn’t have taken him for a swollen hand and the fact that he wasn’t screaming in agony led me to believe that it wasn’t that serious and would just sort itself out in a day or two but, we had not taken him on a separate occasion and since then he has lived with a deformed finger which bends to the left.
Also, Rhys very rarely gets hurt unlike our oldest Zach who during his rugby years spent much of his time walking around like a mummy, bandages from head to foot, slings, crutches and finger splints, half of which he didn’t really need. (although the time he was air lifted from the pitch.. I’ll give him that one)

Anyway, off we went to A+E about 7.30 after work last Monday.
As you are probably aware, a visit to A+E is probably on par with being as boring as sitting through a 2 hour lecture on crop rotation in the 14th century.
Luckily for me though, our 50 minute away local A+E department offer comment slips in which you can provide them with either constructive criticism, gestures of thanks or do what I like to call
‘ slag them right off constructively’

I must confess that I actually look forward to one of my children hurting themselves so I can write these letters of advice. I convince myself that I am providing a service to the community by doing so.
I’m sure these letters just get ignored but I hope if nothing less that whoever reads them at least has a laugh.

Cleverly, these cards are quite small and seem to have a covering of wax on them which stops most biros writing on them so be sure you pack a pencil with a sharp tip.
You need to write awfully small and you must use the back in order to fit in more than 2 sentences.
So whilst everyone else is sitting there bored out of their minds, I’m sitting there writing and laughing to myself. My wife and child sit far away from me and pretend I’m not with them.
Another way of entertaining myself is to write ‘SNIPER’ on a piece of paper and stick over the CCTV bit on the signs in the x-ray department which ridiculously say ‘STRICTLY NO ENTRY, OFFICIAL PERSONEL ONLY, CCTV MONITORED AREA’

Here is my note…..

When I was in the war, I was taken P.O.W in Korea. It was a truly horrific experience of which I never thought I would be subject to again.
There were 127 of us in total and we were kept in dirty accommodation below ground where there was not a single breath of fresh air. There was a window but as part of the mental torture it had frosted glass and was kept locked shut. The food had no nutritional value and water was scarce. There was a water dispenser however, but it was empty and there were no cups n in which we could have drunk some anyway.
We wasn’t chained up but the chairs provided were designed to cause back problems so standing or lying in filth were our only options.
We were told constantly by our captives that we could go home soon but they kept us there for years.
Inside the dirty cell that we all suffered by passing around our germs and diseases, this was probably because of the lack of fresh air and medical attention that we were given.
6 long years we suffered this torment, 6 long gruelling years that we wished for some form of stimulation to keep us from going insane.

I speak for all of us when I say, we would have given a limb to of had something to read. Just one single magazine, or perhaps a radio to soften the sounds of the vomiting inmates.
In the cell next to ours there was a television, but cruelly it had no sound.
Many times we tried to escape but in order to do this we needed to pass two of our captors who sat behind a bullet proof window and a ‘sniper’ monitored corridor.

Eventually we were freed and let back out into the world slightly more ill than when we went in.

I would just like to thank you for your fantastic job of reconstructing this horrifying ordeal for me to such great detail.
+*+*+*+*+*+*+* hospital, I salute you.

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