Well, a few hours ago I was bouncing a basketball while waiting for a game to start at school when I didn't quite prepare my left pinky for receiving the ball coming up when lunging after it and seemed to stub it. I hopped around comically with my finger between my legs half-laughing and half-shrieking. When the pain had mostly subsided, I inspected my hand.
It looked quite like this.I stared at it for a second to make sure I wasn't hallucinating then started laughing. I let the ball bounce away and hastened off tot he 'school office' and explained that I seemed to have dislocated my finger. They tried to contact my mother, but couldn't, triet my grandfather but were uncsuccessful then tried him again a bit later and got through. He finally turned up almost an hour later and took me to the Accident and Emergency Minor Injuries Unit at the nearby hospital. After booking in, my grandfather went to park his car again (for he had initially parked it in an ambulance bay) and I waited for five to ten minutes to be seen. Eventually a nurse came out and led me into a cubicle. She asked me my date of birth, allergies, medicines I took etc. and looked at my finger. She said she would check something with somebody else and soon came back with an older nurse.
The older nurse quickly looked at the finger and immediately agreed it was dislocated. She said they would administer 'laughing gas' and get the bone back into place. When she reappeared, she had yet another doctor with her as well as a gas canister. She told me to breathe in from a tube emerging from the cylinder and to say when I started feeling strange. At the moment, I can't think of a way to describe how I felt... I've never 'taken' a hallucogenic, mariuana etc., but I can imagine that's what being 'high' feels like.
After around ten breaths, I told her that my head was beginning to feel funny. The latest, male doctor told me to take two more breaths, which I managed to do despite feeling like I had little control over my body. The first nurse, who I figured was still training to some extent, quickly held my left hand and pulled the pinky so the bone went back into place. As she did so, I felt a small amount of pain but, as I commented, it was incredible how rapid and effective the gas had been.
The senior nurse then asked the trainee something, testing her. She rapidly recited something, but I'm not sure what as I was still feeling strange. I got off the bed I had been lying on and sat in a chair until I felt normal. They put padding between my pinky and the one next to it (I always forget the fingers' names) and wrapped them together. My grandfather, upon an intercom announcement finally arrived and I was then instructed to go to the radiology department to get an x-ray.
We went to radiology and booked-in again at the radiology desk. After a couple of minutes, another doctor ushered me into a relatively vast room with a large machine fixed on rails suspended from the ceiling. I sat down and the doctor placed some black 'thing' under my arm then took two pictures. He sent the images back to the Minor Injuries Unit and instructed me to go back there.
My grandfather and I first went to a place that looked identical to the MiIU but which we soon discovered was the Major Injuries Unit and then back to the MiIU. There, the first two doctors discussed the x-ray then said I would need to book a checkup. This shall be at around 14:00 GMT on Tuesday.
Hopefully I remembered everything and that makes sense.