I have a cousin who was in a bus accident and it took her 3 painful months before she was able to walk because her hip bones were dislocated. I was scared of the thought of not being able to walk again. All I wanted was to be brought to the nearest hospital so I could undergo an xray to know the status of my pelvic area. She was at least equipped with first aid kit which I doubt I needed that time. A few more minutes of discomfort, pain and more tears from me while partly-lying-partly-sitting on the busy stairs of the station until someone from Red Cross came to my aid. Neither a stretcher nor a wheelchair came although I am sure that the latter won't be a good choice in my case. The security guards and paramedics of the station attended to me but they seem not prepared enough to such incidents. I called my husband right away, my brother next. The young lady who appeared to be a student didn't leave my side until someone more authoritative was in sight. My bottom was in great pain and swollen and I was there crying not attempting any single movement to avoid any more injury. I accidentally stepped on a young lady's umbrella when she dropped it and you know what happened next. I slipped, bounced 3-4 steps down (or maybe more) and fell hard on the stairs at the MRT Taft Station. ![]()
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