What a day

Last Tuesday one of my pals got rugby tackled by a dog. She landed badly so went along to A&E in local hospital.  They gave her gas & sir and sent her home. Last night she phoned NHS 24 as she was still in agony! They said she was yo ho back to  A&E at 10am today.  I took her her up and we waited and waited then waited some more. Finally a scruffy looking individual came in at 11 and did he was the radiologist.  At 11.30 he took her in then 20 minutes later she hirpled back.  At 12 a nurse said x-ray  ( which they never bothered to take on Tuesday) showed she had broken z bone in her back.  Immediately she had to lie flat and still and was blue lit to hospital in Glasgow.  She finally got a scan  but because its sat, she has to stay in overnight until they can contact a consultant to look at xrays to make a diagnosis!!. Honestly why do hospitals still keep shop hours at the weekend.  In between all of that,  I was meeting a friend to go and peruse the newly refurbished Kilmartin museum.  I can report it is very good. After a cup of tea with my pal, I came back and let my hospitalised pals two dogs  to the garden. 
So a weird day.