Three Trips to Emergency
Trip 3: Boats!
For three summers I worked for a cruise line that did dinner and dance cruises in the Toronto harbour. I wore many hats tour guide, ticket seller, bartender and server.
On the night in question I was bartending. I was working one of my first shifts on a boat called the Captain Matthew Flinders. It held about 500 passengers although we didnt have that many that night. I dont know why I chose to wear high heels I would later learn that when bartending on your feet all night to wear flat shoes, but I wanted to make a good impression.
At the end of the night I was handing in my bar totals. The manager was sitting in an office just off of the wheelhouse. The stairs to get up there were more like a ladder than stairs, but I was fine on the way up.
It was the way back down that was an issue.
On about my third step down the stairs/ladder my heel caught. Down I fell onto the steel floor directly on my knees. Every one of my new workmates heard the crash. More embarrassing than that was the fact that my heel was wedged in the stair at the bottom. I could not get up. I had to lie there face down until someone came to free me.
I think the rest of that night I was running on adrenaline because I still helped close the bar and took the subway home.
It wasnt until the next morning that I woke up and realized my knees were a horrible shade of blue and black and swollen. Oh, and my knees no longer did their function of making my legs bend in the middle.
So again I went to the hospital, was given painkillers and couldnt work for a few days.
I now work in a hospital. I kind of hope no one can see my health records because they will really start to wonder about this alcoholic, rat-bitten klutz!
P.S. Thank god for universal health care!
Trip 3: Boats!
For three summers I worked for a cruise line that did dinner and dance cruises in the Toronto harbour. I wore many hats tour guide, ticket seller, bartender and server.
On the night in question I was bartending. I was working one of my first shifts on a boat called the Captain Matthew Flinders. It held about 500 passengers although we didnt have that many that night. I dont know why I chose to wear high heels I would later learn that when bartending on your feet all night to wear flat shoes, but I wanted to make a good impression.
At the end of the night I was handing in my bar totals. The manager was sitting in an office just off of the wheelhouse. The stairs to get up there were more like a ladder than stairs, but I was fine on the way up.
It was the way back down that was an issue.
On about my third step down the stairs/ladder my heel caught. Down I fell onto the steel floor directly on my knees. Every one of my new workmates heard the crash. More embarrassing than that was the fact that my heel was wedged in the stair at the bottom. I could not get up. I had to lie there face down until someone came to free me.
I think the rest of that night I was running on adrenaline because I still helped close the bar and took the subway home.
It wasnt until the next morning that I woke up and realized my knees were a horrible shade of blue and black and swollen. Oh, and my knees no longer did their function of making my legs bend in the middle.
So again I went to the hospital, was given painkillers and couldnt work for a few days.
I now work in a hospital. I kind of hope no one can see my health records because they will really start to wonder about this alcoholic, rat-bitten klutz!
P.S. Thank god for universal health care!
Anyway, you're now in SGMC. Merry christmas!