Notfall = Emergency
Haupteingang = Main Entrance
The first thing they did was an x-ray and we were shown the result. It was not the first time I had broken my left arm, but last time it was the bottom half. This time the top half. A very interesting picture, a so-called comminuted fracture. The bone was broken and the basis had split into a few pieces. It was sort of bandaged up and I was transported to the ward on my bed. I was not the only emergency on that day, there were a few, so I was told most probably the operation would be the next day. This was now to be the view from my window for the next week.
Our town hospital lays on the South edge of town, so it is where the countryside starts. Although a wonderful view, it did not impress me so much on the first day, especially as every time I moved my arm there seemed to be two unattached bones moving inside. At least the feeling had come back to my hand in the hospital.
I found myself in the accident ward. We were at that time just three people. A farmers wife with a broken foot and an elderly lady (over 90) with broken hip and arm. I must have been able to sleep through the night a little bit and the next morning I was told the operation time was not yet certain. At 10 'o clock in the morning the nurse said they were ready and I was sent to the operation theater. I was in never-never land for at least three hours - a complicated operation - and eventually returned to the ward at 6 in the evening, feeling very bad. Anaesthetic does not agree with me and it was at least two days until I could eat real solid food again and keep it.
So this was how it begun. I can type, but a bit difficult at the moment as my left hand is in some sort of nylon brace. Here is a photo of our local hospital. I was on about floor 8 in the tower.