My husband Stan is a wonderful cook. (I am a very lucky woman, I know.) Recently, he made us lamb chop (lollipops) marinated in cumin and served with a mint tzatziki sauce and mixed green vegetables sautéed in garlic and cherry tomatoes. It was sublime - one of the best meals he's ever made for us. We sat enjoying the meal, and the view out our big windows which framed a lovely sunset. Great music was playing and when Donna Summer's "Dim All the Lights" came on, we had to dance!
My husband is a wonderful cook. He is not a wonderful dancer. But we tried anyway and we laughed...until Stan stumbled just so and landed with a spectacular and cinematic crash into the glass top coffee table shattering it completely. (This is the remains after I got the glass off the floor.)
Of course, he tried to catch himself on the way down, slicing open the ring finger of his right hand. It wasn't terribly deep, but it was full of glass and bled like crazy. Later, we discovered he had injuries elsewhere as well — a badly bruised ankle and several other cuts, but the finger stole the show. All said, it could have been much worse — he was lucky.
Along with 999 (the equivalent of 911 in the US) the UK has a fantastic helpline you can call 24/7 - 111. We spoke with the folks there and they suggested we get him to the ER, except that's not what they call it here. They call it A&E (accident and emergency) and we hadn't dealt with it before—didn't even know where it was. What do you do for a semi-ish emergency? You call a cab. Turns out they know how to get to the A&E asap.
The emergency room seemed like any other in the world, although they saw us rather quickly to assess Stan's condition. They sent him in for X-rays to see how much glass was in the wound.
Finally, Stan was called and a doctor gave him a local so that he could dig the glass out of his finger. He wrapped him up tight with a butterfly and sent us home...without charging us a dime. We even asked. "Do we owe you anything?" "No, you're good."