I can very well remember the last time ambulance crews went on strike - June 1981. I was most concerned about my elderly parents, who lived about five miles from me telling them to let me know if they felt they needed to go to hospital and I would come over to drive them there.
Of course, they did not - but I put for the morning nap the two small foster babes I had, climbed up to pin up somethng, tipped the small cupboard I was standing on, fell with the corner off that cupboard hitting me hard. As I collapsed I knew I had done somethign serious as I actually felt all the blood leaving the surface of my skin as it rushed to (as it turned out), the kidney and lung I had severely damaged.
No mobile phones, somehow managed to get myself down the stairs, tried to telephone hubbie at work (took three attmpts to dial the number), then managed to call a nearby friend who rushed over to me. She rang my GP who also rushed round to me. He tried to get one of the emergency army - (green goddesses) ambulances but was told it was a three hour wait.
Eventually, he and my neighbour got me into my car and she drove it hospital. No triage there in A&E, and no external sign of injury - I was left. Only when hubbie arrived and actually grabbed one of the doctors and dragged them into my cubicle did action start, by then I could hardly breath at all.
I spent the next two months in hospital, and have realised since how fortunate I was to have survived that day at all.