An hour’s not too bad I guess.
I’ve only needed to go to A&E twice in the last 10 years thankfully.
First one I didn’t really wait, I remember the Ambo stopping, the lift going down, bright lights (real ones, not en route to the pearly gates thank ****) and being surrounded by serious looking people in scrubs within seconds.
Second One, got off the phone to OOH service who closed with a cheery “if you can’t get in yourself, tell me now and I’ll send an Ambo” and headed down to tell them “I might have Meningitis” – that raised a few eyebrows, 5 mins later I was speaking to a Triage Nurse “Silly question, do you happen to know what your resting heart rate is normally?” “Why yes I do, because I’m a bit off like that – 53-58” “Oh, well it’s 115 at the moment, you’re tachycardic” which I thought was some sort of 90s Techo outfit, seems not. I only had Pneumonia which was a nice surprise.