The Underground injury

Last Monday the first Iran's world-cup football match was held. A young friend called and invited me to watch the match in his flat with some other friends. I accepted. Although I am not into football, I did not like to lose this opportunity to see others’ excitement and joy. 

It was a bit late when I left my home, so I was in a hurry not to lose a part of the match. It was rush hour too. I assumed public transport to be packed. I chose the Underground as I had a long way to go, but I needed to change the line in the middle of the route at Warren Street to get to the Northern line. When I got there, I saw that the Underground train was there at the platform, but ready to depart. I hurried to push myself into it, the doors were closing though and they trapped me severely from my sides. For a moment I felt I could not breathe anymore. Fortunately the doors opened and I could push myself into the carriage. Then it set off. I was in a dreadful pain. I could not stand. Other people were watching me sympathetically. I was lucky enough to find an empty seat, even though the car was packed with people. I closed my eyes, tried to relax and gather myself. I could not breathe deeply, but I felt I had not broken my bones. The pain got much less after minutes when I reached my destination, still without the possibility of taking deep breaths. 

I had a great night with those friends. However I was still suffering from the pain particularly with any movement. At home, when I lay down on my bed, an extreme pain with shivering started. I felt I could not bear it. I could not move. The pain was killing me. I thought it might be a crack on my ribs when the incident happened and now the bones got separated. I asked my wife to call an ambulance if the situation got worse. She kindly provided a hot water bottle and helped me to take some strong pain killers. I went to a deep sleep after a while.

"Get up; I got an appointment for you to see a doctor. You must go now." This was my wife, trying to wake me up in the next morning. I tried to move and realised the pain was much less. I went and visited the doctor. He examined me and put me on pain killers. He did not believe that I had broken my ribs, but it was a possibility of them being cracked by the strong pressure. 

It was not worth putting myself in such risk for saving a few minutes at all. I will be more careful with the Underground in the future.