Friday 12th October 2007, 09:30
Some phase of the moon this is! What on Earth is going on????? I am being reminded, in no uncertain terms, of how much I do care for my other half. There are times when I think I’ve had enough, but in the last week he has written off his works’ truck and two cars that were in front of him when he lost control of his vehicle. That was last Wednesday, and I was so glad that he was safe, along with the other drivers. No one was hurt, thank goodness.
Then we had a lovely, quiet weekend catching up on sleep and soaking up the peace at The Orchard, which was badly needed. Yesterday, he came home with two very nasty puncture wounds to his upper arm, having been bitten by a dog (unbelievable, as he is the Dr Dolittle of dogs!) as he approached a house to gain permission to cut their trees away from a powerline. He should have gone for a Tetanus jab, but didn’t, and he went off to work this morning as normal.
Now, just a few minutes ago, the phone rang and it was him, in absolute agony, having just broken his wrist. He’s fallen and landed on his wrist, snapping it instantly. I could hear the pain in his voice and was no good at all to him, I just burst into tears. His co-workers are getting him to the hospital now, but I just don’t know what to do with myself, except to come & spill it all out here…
All he wanted was to tell me not to go to work. I said I’d go & meet him at the hospital, but he said not to worry, just don’t go to work. I can’t bear this. It’s his birthday at the end of the month and we wanted to be settled in the new place. I can’t believe the week he’s had, and I sincerely hope that this is the end of his run of bad luck. I’ve been telling him to slow down for months now, he wouldn’t listen and now he’s been forced into it. I just hope to goodness he’s at the hospital by now, and out of pain.
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12 hours later. I did go to the hospital and have been there all day. After X-raying his arm, they left him for four hours with no painkillers at all, and then gave him two paracetamol (rolling my eyes here). Half an hour after that he was in so much pain that I had to go ask for help and they finally gave him some morphine. Five minutes after he started to calm down, someone came to plaster his wrist, which started the pain up again and an hour later he was wheeled onto a ward, screaming in agony. At 4pm (after breaking his wrist shortly before 9.30 am) he was finally given a pre-med and taken into the operating theatre to have a metal plate put in. This is one day neither of us will want to live through again. As soon as he was taken into theatre, I made the half hour journey home, where my Mum had come to the rescue and taken Stan out after doing the dishes and hanging out my washing. Teenage Josh had hoovered downstairs for me, which just made me cry! Bless the pair of them xXx A quick bowl of cereals for me and a bag of clean clothes packed for Nick, then Josh came with me back to the hospital. Nick was back on the ward but still very much out of it, thankfully. Out of pain at last. I left him some sandwiches and some chocolate as he does like his midnight feasts, but hopefully he’ll sleep through the night and not need them. It’s like an action replay of the situation 3 years ago. Exactly the same thing happened to Josh, except poor Josh had to wait until the next morning for his op. Horrible π¦
I’m home now, writing this on the laptop in bed, with Stan curled up at my feet. So quiet.
Must get some sleep now. Early start tomorrow, hopefully to bring Nick home. Everything crossed.