After my very harrowing experience with being hit by a car, which you can read about in another part of my Adventure Page, the ambulance came to the scene of the crime to make sure I wasn't dead. It is extremely important that they verify this, because if they don't, and you are actually dead, you could still be getting bills from the telephone company for months afterwards. I have never actually been in an ambulance before, so this would have been a very exciting adventure for me if I hadn't been in a lot of pain due to being hit by a car and all. Of course, being a good-natured Ducky, I tried to enjoy the experience, anyway. The ambulance people decided that they had better take me to the hospital so that my injuries could be taken care of using the most advanced medical techniques, which I guess they don't have room for in the ambulance.The ambulance people like to be called EMT's now, which stands for Emergency Medical Technicians. This is because they handle all the emergency technical equipment, like the thermometers and the ice packs and the blood pressure cuffs. My foot was hurting very badly, so I didn't think to ask them what my blood pressure was, but I think it was probably very high. Anyway, the ambulance people took me to the hospital right away, probably assuming that I was in shock because of the naughty words I was using. When we got to the hospital, the ambulance people rolled my little ambulance bed right through the emergency room doors, which have an electronic eye that lets them know someone is coming and they should open. This was a good thing, because they were rolling my little bed toward the doors with my feet going first, and my injured foot would have run right into the door if it hadn't opened. They put me in a place called a "triage room," which is a French word that I think means "put the sick people here until we decide if they have enough money for this medical care." They put me in the little bed closest to the door, which was fine with me, because I could watch all the people coming in and going out while I waited. I waited a long time, and it got kind of boring, because it wasn't a really busy day in the emergency room, so not too many people were coming in and out. There was lots of interesting-looking medical equipment on the other side of the room, and I wanted to go and play with some of it, but my foot had ice on it, and it hurt really bad, so I decided that I should not get up and walk around just yet. There was a little rolling cart not too far from my bed, and it had a box of rubber gloves on it, along with some gauze pads and band-aids and tongue depressors. I think there were Q-Tips, too, but I already have a whole box of those at home, so they weren't very interesting. I played with the rubber gloves for a few minutes, and stuck a tongue depressor in my mouth, only there was no mirror, so I couldn't look at my throat like the doctors do. I put some of the rubber gloves in my pocket in case I wanted to play with them later. One of the nurses came by and saw me playing with the rubber gloves, then she moved the little cart so that I couldn't reach it anymore, and asked me if I wanted to watch the television while I waited. She gave me a remote control, and I started playing with the buttons and looking for something good to watch. I found a "Bonanza" rerun. Just when the good part of the show was coming on with Little Joe and Hoss going after a bad guy on horses, they came and told me it was time for them to take an X-Ray of my foot.Since the little beds in the Emergency Room are on wheels, the orderly came in and just rolled me and my little bed right out of the room, and down the hall to the X-Ray Room. I wanted him to go really fast, or even pop a wheelie, but the orderly was being very serious and concerned for my health, so he wouldn't do it. Maybe it's against the rules or something, because if people had a lot of fun in the Emergency Room, they would probably never want to leave. The nurses who take the X-Rays were very nice, and they wanted to hear all about my accident. I guess not too many people who get hit by a car come to that hospital. They were very interested in the part where the lady who hit me with her car just drove away, and didn't even stop to see if I was dead. If you hit somebody in the street with your car, you should at least stop to see if you killed them before you leave. The nurses took X-Rays of my foot, which was looking very swollen and bruised by then. It hurt an awful lot, and there was a really big scrape on it that ended up leaving an ugly scar later. They asked me if I had hit my head, and I told them I had hit it on the street when I fell down, but that there were no holes in it or anything. It turned out that my really thick ponytail holder was squishy enough to prevent me from getting a concussion when my head hit the street, so I now recommend that everybody go out and grow a ponytail so they can wear one and not get a concussion, either. When they got done taking all the X-Rays of me, another orderly came and rolled me back to the triage room. This orderly was not as serious as the other one, but he still wouldn't pop a wheelie with my little bed. He did go kind of fast when I asked him to, which was very nice of him. I asked him if I could have a wheelchair instead of the little bed, because I wanted to race in the hallway, but he said he thought maybe I'd better wait until I saw the doctor before I had any wheelchair races. So, I sat in the triage room and watched T.V. until my best friend came to help me in my "hour of need," which is what they call it when you get hit by a car and you're all alone in the Emergency Room after being hurt and stuff. I told my friend all about being hit by the car while we waited for the doctor to come. When the doctor finally did arrive, she told me that my foot was broken and would have to be immobilized. This made me nervous, as I thought they might have to remove my foot to do this, and I like to keep my foot right where it is. She said that they were going to put a plaster splint on my foot so that I couldn't wiggle it around, and I was very relieved. The special nurse in charge of the plastering part came in and put the plaster splint on my poor, broken foot. She was very nice about it, and even gave me a bunch of band-aids when I showed her my scrapes and told her I didn't have any band-aids at home. I don't have a stethoscope at home, either, but she wouldn't give me one of those. She did give me a really neat pair of crutches and showed me how to walk on them, because I was not allowed to walk on the broken foot at all. She even followed me to my friend's car to make sure I was walking on the crutches. After a quick stop at the drug store to get medicine, my friend and I were pretty hungry, because I was supposed to eat lunch at her house, only I was busy being hit by a car. We went and got hamburgers and French fries, and we used the drive-through part so I could rest my broken foot. My friend took me home, where I put my broken foot up on a pillow and ate my tasty hamburger and fries. I took one of the nice pain pills that the doctor prescribed, and I was soon fast asleep after this, my most dangerous and potentially life-threatening adventure ever!