Day 3 London - Horror Day – where everything went as wrong as could be
With the trip starting off so well, I was walking around with my chest puffed up. The cosy glow which had been enveloping me was to become shot through by a sudden chill. It was the feeling one gets when one is luxuriating in a warm shower bath, and some hidden hand comes & turns on the cold tap.
Firstly in the morning, We got delayed as there was an issue with our sims and sorting it out meant we reached Legoland quite late around 12 pm. & it closes at 5 pm. Being a Friday meant there may be some rush and that meant picking and selecting which rides we wanted to go beforehand.
Another thing to note is that the oyster cards aren’t valid for travel outside London and hence for Legoland one may need National rail tickets else there is a heavy fine (standard fine in UK seems to be 100 GBP) – we didn’t know and were stopped at the station exit but let us go with a warning
Legoland tickets aren’t cheap. A way around that is to take advantage of the National Rail 2for1 offers – will share tips about it later in the post.
Some pics of Legoland
Anyways, after a few hours of rushing and running around, at around 4.45 pm – Me & the kids were traipsing around, gallivanting across the park and following us, in a bid to show off her fitness skills, the Missus tried to jump over a barrier chain and tripped and fell BAMMM - flat on her face, breaking her front teeth.
Its at that moment, when the skies became greyer, the Sun hid behind the clouds in anticipation of the storm about to come and suddenly flocks of ravens appeared ominously in the horizon. And there I stood – shuddering from head to foot, and my legs wobbled like sugarcane stalks.
The damage from the outset looked big. No cracks or fissures on the ground thankfully – However the Missus’s face was a different story. Bloodied and gory and with screams & howls accompanying the scene – it was as if all the forces of nature conspired together to make lurking accusations at me. And the wife’s stare at me was so strong, it could have stopped a rampaging rhino dead in its tracks. It was one of those cold, clammy, accusing sort of eyes making me have a curious illusion of having just committed some particularly unsavoury crime and—what is more—of having done it with swollen hands, enlarged feet, caught red handed on a morning when I had omitted to shave.
Anyways, quickly shaking off my inner tremors, we rushed her to the First Aid room from where we called our friend living nearby who came and picked us up. After Initial damage assessment, we figured we needed an Xray to determine further course of action – especially considering our trip still has 21 days left. And here I found out a significant difference between Indian doctors & the UK doctors & medical system.
In India, in a case like this, one can mostly easily reach out to Doctors and get them to have a look & offer their opinion – but in UK, Friday 5 pm – everyone and everything is shut. The only option left was to go to A&E section of a local hospital where we were made to wait for 3 hours considering there was a lot of weekend rush – the patient in front of us was a brawny guy who had injured his thumb at the Gym.
The Missus was given Anaesthesia and some basic treatment, but since some teeth extraction was needed, we were asked to go to another hospital in London. So in the middle of the night, we were rushing around from hospital to hospital, finding one which had a Maxillo facial department open. Finally long story short, Missus had her tooth taken off, received 6 stitches and a heavy dose of painkillers.
My request of putting additional stitches to sew up her lips completely was unheeded – with the missus looking at me as I were some sort of unnecessary product which the Cat had brought in after a ramble among the local garbage bins.
Finally we were off on our way at 4 AM with The Missus in considerable pain and with swollen lips, unable to eat much and with a mental shock & a ready-to-blame suspect (me). I was recounting the horror of the previous day & remembering that of all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these, 'It might have been”.
Well…anyways moving on. Reaching the friends place and after a long horror day the eyes closed, the muscles relaxed, the breathing became soft and regular, and sleep poured over me in a healing wave.