So around a week ago, I was quietly minding my own business, going about my daily routine of doing some translation work in front of two screens, whilst trying to ignore the growing hunger pangs in my belly because I'm too lazy to get up and walk the 5ft into the kitchen (my bedroom is on the ground floor), something dramatic happened.
Imagine me (er, if you can from the one photo on my profile), sitting at my desk, typing away when suddenly CRASH. I hear this massive ruckus, a great cacophony of noise coming from just outside my door. Clearly something was wrong, but unfortunately, I am the worst person in the world to have with you in a crisis, because I have two steps to deal with it.
Step One: Act Completely Calm and Deny That Anything Has Happened.
In this scenario, this meant ignoring the noise and pretending that whoever was coming down the stairs had just dropped a glass or something on the floor. I blame this on the fact that the kitchen in my family home is poorly made, so things are always falling out at you and making lots of noise. However when I didn't hear any movement, I moved onto step two:
Step Two: PAAAAAANIIIIC
I then go into incredibly nervous, crazy, panicking Verity mode, so I rushed out of my bedroom to discover one of my housemate's girlfriends had slipped on the stairs and fallen onto her back. Luckily she was conscious and able to get herself up, so I called her boyfriend and an ambulance and she was fine in the end. However, my way to deal with this, was to repeatedly ask if she wanted an ambulance, follow her around everywhere "just in case", offer to help her get changed, shout at her when she closed her eyes in case she was falling asleep and forget to give the ambulance operator our town when giving our address. Apparently I expected the operator to absorb that information through osmosis or something.
All in all, an exciting start to my day, resulting in my first ever emergency call. (Although it did postpone my lunch for even longer than usual)
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