Breaking Out

So I left the nurse and doctor looking at me as I made my way down the corridor towards the exit, but more importantly for me to the bathroom. There had been a sign I had seen on my way to the x-ray. There it was. My pace had quickened and I walked up and saw the bathroom was empty, at least the vacant sign was showing on the slide above the handle. Yes, this door to a bathroom, in a hospital, had a handle. I used my right arm (fortunately this break was not on my preferred arm) and pushed down on the handle. The door flew open and banged on the back of the wall. All heads in the corridor turned to where I was standing a little sheepishly. “I er… didn’t realize it was  so easy to open”. The regular staff had obviously heard it before. Obviously, even though the toilet had a handle (in itself, not exactly smart thinking in a hospital), they would have had to make sure that the door, could be easily opened, by people on crutches, or in wheelchairs. And it was. Others turned back to what they were doing, just as someone behind me asked if I needed a hand. “I’m twelve I said I think I can….”, before I realized they were referring to me having my arm in a cast. “I’m fine thanks, I have got used to them”. I finished.
Fortunately there was no one in the toilet, that would have been even more embarrassing. When you go to use any public convenience and you turn the small door lock, do you also give it a pull test to check it has actually locked? How do you know if you rotate the vacant/engaged dial to show the room is vacant that the label hasn’t slipped off on the outside and nothing changes? However, being a hospital it was an enormous toilet room, with handles alongside the bowl to allow people who may have had manoeuvring difficulties, to get up and down from the seat. In fact it was probably about two thirds the size of the bedroom I was currently sitting in awaiting that punishment we had been talking about, before I was yet again side-tracked from the original story (You were wondering how this was going to get back to that story weren’t you? Sorry, but you will need to keep waiting while I finish off this particular side track).  I was inside the toilet and had shut the door quickly (also not so quietly) and locked it, when, I realized of course, I was going to have a little difficulty getting the shorts down and, as mentioned yesterday, with the proximity of the toilet so close, the intensity of the pressure was really piling up. There was no denying the probable existence of such a potential formula (To/R.x = PI/T.y.  see blog 25th August 2012). 
(Continued tomorrow)