JANICE Dickinson has QUIT I’m A Celebrity South Africa after a horror accident that left her “in agony and gushing blood” in the ITV camp.
HOAR’s TV Mag can exclusively reveal that her fellow celebrities will
be told the news in Monday’s episode.
Today Janice, 68, spoke for the first time about her shock I’m A Celeb exit from this special all-stars series – which was recorded last year – after an agonising night-time tumble in the camp that won’t be shown to viewers.
“In the middle of one night I woke up because I had to go to the dunny [toilet],” said the model and TV personality.
“I was feeling very insecure because the campfire had gone out and it was as dark as it could be. So I thought: ‘Right, I’ll make it to the dunny from memory.’
“I walked a couple of steps and tripped, flying flat on my face – hair all over my forehead, my nose was bloody and my whole chin was gashed open. Blood was gushing from all these areas, and there was dirt and stones embedded in my face from the fall.
“All I could feel was an intense head pain – from one to ten it was about a nine – and I was just lying there, moaning. It was a freak accident that happened so quickly.”
She continued: “Fatima [Whitbread] and Tuffers [Phil Tufnell] got me off the ground and stood me up, and Phil took one look at my face and went: ‘Oh my dear!’ He was trying to hide his awe.
“Fatima is a champion and she walked me baby steps to the loo and then the lights started to go on in the campsite. She buttoned me back up like a night nurse and heaved me back like a limp rag doll.
“I’m moaning and crying at this point because it hurt my head so badly.”
As Janice was helped to sit down on her bed, a medic had already been called.
“[The doctor] said: ‘Oh my! We have to take her to the medical hut’ so they could wash away the blood, stones and dirt in case infection set in,” she continued.
“They gave me pain relief, put me on a stretcher and four men galloped me out along the road in the middle of the night in the cold air, two feet above the ground.
“We reached an ambulance and the paramedics put a compress on my forehead and my chin. It was bad.
“I was in this tiny hospital in the middle of nowhere and they called my husband [psychiatrist Robert Gerner], who was in South Africa, to bring him to the hospital.
“After they’d cleaned up my wounds – which was very painful – they gave me a morphine shot and that’s when I allowed them to touch my face because without that it was: ‘Argh!’ Agony.”
To read the rest of Janet’s interview, pick up a copy of TV Mag this Saturday, May 6, free in HOAR.
