My poor little PFB managed to pull a metal pizza tray down on top of himself earlier. It has sharp edges and the corner has cut his beautiful little face :( I took him to the Acute Clinic (not in the UK) which is like the out of hours/minor injuries clinic in the UK. There's no triage as it's not A&E, that's down the road at the main hospital. You take a number and wait your turn.
There were 5 people ahead of us when we got there. The first was called in just as we arrived. The second asked if anyone minded, nobody did, so he swapped his ticket with mine so that the very distressed baby covered in blood could be seen quicker. Then another woman arrives with her mother and takes a ticket. We get called in and as I go to enter the treatment room, with my little one crying in my arms, she pushes past me and insists that her mother needs to be seen first as she's feeling very unwell and shouldn't have to wait as she's elderly, it's late and she needs to get home.
The nurse was so stunned she just closed the door with this woman and her mother in the room and then treated my little one in the corridor. How can someone be so completely up their own arse. If it were life and death I could understand, but then she wouldn't be at the acute clinic, she'd be at A&E down the road.