My Lucky Day in Bcn
By Charlotte Mather
So I’m heading to the train station at Port Olympic and I get to this MASSIVE round about, kinda like the one I believe sits outside Big Ben, there are lights though at each turn off and I’m waiting for the green man to flash before I cross. I’m rushing because I’m late for work.
There he is the green man, I look to my right, stupidly, I hear a scream and turn to my left just in time to see a car coming towards me through the red light. I try my very hardest to dodge the car but it’s not even braking for me and I’m hit.
Seconds later I wake up on the pavement, my legs in the air and my head on the ground there are a dozen Spanish people speaking gibberish to me at a million miles a minute, I quickly realize I’ve just been hit by a car, yet alas, the first thing I think of is my sunglasses, they are on the road, I’m telling people in English (which means nothing to most of them) to get my sunnies quick.
These people pick me up and walk me over to a nearby bench where I sit down and again one of those stupid thoughts, my hems on my jeans are down and I must lean down to fix them….go figure how the mind works in times of crisis…
There is one guy there who knows some Spanish and he calls Sue for me and tells her what happens, I speak with her briefly and she tells me she’s on her way. The driver has stopped and I am being looked after. Now is when the shock subsides and the tears start streaming, I’m sobbing when the ambulance arrives. I don’t think I was in a lot of pain just thinking of my bad bad luck, how could this happen, where is my Mum and Dad to help me feel better and no one here understands what I’m saying.
The ambulance people check me over one of them can speak very broken English but we are corresponding he tells me everything seems okay although my wrist is swelling I can’t move it and they tell me I should come with them to the hospital. Sue is on her way and I can only partially understand these people so I decide to wait. The police have arrived now and…BOY HAVE THE POLICE ARRIVED…they’ll wait with me. I get out of the ambulance blurry eyed and I’m thinking it’s an apparition. Either that or I’m delirious coz this policeman looked like your stereotypical strip-a-gram… I started laughing through my sobs at the joke only I could appreciate. Loco….
The police sit me down and attempt to take a statement from me although I can’t understand him and he can’t understand me either so I’m crying again, the only guy who speaks English has gone now, leaving his number with me and Sue, although I want to speak to someone in English, someone who is going to tell me that everything is going to be alright. I’ve got no credit on my phone so I manage to communicate that I need to call someone and the police man offers me his mobile…
I did tell him that I was going to call Australia although I’m not sure if he understands me or not…
Now I can’t call Mum or Dad or Jane, not in the hysterical state I’m in, they’ll freak out more than necessary so I call Ben. Luckily it’s only about 8pm on Tuesday night and in his ever calming way Ben answers the phone and after listening to my sobbing, tells me all is going to be okay.
Sue eventually arrives and translates my statement to the police and gets all the info I need in relation to the accident then Sue and I head to the hospital.
There was none of this waiting stuff at the hospital and I’m in and out, x-rayed and plastered up within about an hour.
So unless you are one of the few who didn’t get my desperate email that afternoon from the internet café, I broke my wrist. My right wrist so I’m basically a cripple for the next 4-6 weeks. No working, showering like the statue of liberty holding a plastic bag style torch, bruised ego and confidence is shot yet, obvious social ice breaker and inbuilt weaponry.