Spent a great deal of the week writing about ACC. So on a lighter if slightly solipsic note, here’s my own experiences with the corporation.
- Shoved a chisel into my fist in woodwork, 1976. Missed a major vein by about a millimetre.
- By some miracle missed copping compo for car accident injuries in my late teens/early 20s. I don’t want to labour this point, but one of my nicknames at the time was Crash. Did get concussed in one crash but I didn’t bother the doc: just went home and slept.
- As a postie in Auckland, mid 1980s. Delivering mail in Brighton Rd, Parnell. One place had a large timber wall with a rosebush growing over the top next to the mailbox. It was a gusty day. A branch got blown into my face: a thorn went up my left nostril. Stung like hell, real eye-waterer. Mentioned it next day when I knocked it picking up mail from the sorter and she said ‘What are you doing here?’ I asked her what she meant: she said ‘That’s a week’s compo, easily. Take it.’ I didn’t.
- Badly sprained ankle playing touch. Went back to work – a gardening job – too early. Tore muscle in the other calf because I was favouring my injured foot. Off work for a couple of weeks.
- Numerous subsequent injuries in both lower legs.
- Not my experience, but someone I know – a farmer – got kicked in the leg by a cow. Went to the doc who did his stuff. He’s talking with ACC a few days later and is told ‘we don’t cover knees. Only legs.’ His other half, who is (a) a nurse and (b) in possession of a stroppy streak especially with minor bureaucrats, phones up the ACC person and points out the knee is in the leg, its it the bit in the middle that bends.
And then there was the insect. Woke up one night about seven years ago with what felt like a moth on the edge of my ear. Flicked it the wrong way. It went in. Tried to shake it out but no luck.