Monday, 28 November 2011

I was attacked, robbed and hospitalised

I was attacked, robbed, assaulted and hopsitalised last night. I'm now home to recover, but am on two days' of bed rest and won't be eating solid food for three to four weeks. I lost everything, money, cards, keys, phones, electronic travel card, etc. I can't quantify how much blood I lost, but the CAT scan came back clear, the neurosurgeon wasn't worried, the maxillo-facial surgeon shocked me by yanking the tooth that had nearly fallen out back into place without advance warning, but I then needed emergency dental treatment under local anaesthetic, and now have a set of temporary braces on my upper front six teeth. My glasses were smashed into pieces with repeated punches (you don't stop to think in situations like that... I kept kicking out against two of them even though I was on the ground), and I won't be able to replace them for over a week, which is more annoying.
Lying on a gurney in a public (government-funded in a country where if you want quality health care you have to pay) hospital, staring at the ceiling for hours on end, with no idea of what my diagnosis was, when I would be next attended to, how I would pay, what was going to happen to me, how I would get home, unable to contact a single person I knew, unable to communicate in my native language and generally feeling the injustice of being robbed of all my possessions, good will and dignity, I thought about taking my own life.

I think I'm going to stick around, but I'm really not sure why I'm bothering.
 

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