So its been an eventful few days... On Thursday, Lawrence (my partner) was involved in a bizarre and gross accident. Whilst cutting a metal bar at work, the angle grinder caught and spun out of his hands, round the bar and then into his leg whilst the blade was red hot and spinning. This resulted in a 6cm gash on his upper thigh, the depth of which is the 'belly' (middle) of the muscle. After a night in hospital and surgery to remove bits of metal shrapnel from the wound, Lawrence has now been stitched up and brought home.
Understandably, he is in a lot of pain despite regular pain killers, and is on a very high dosage of antibiotics to stop any infection in the wound. When Lawrence's boss told me that they were in A&E, I have to admit, I was imagining a skin-deep Stanley knife mishap... When Lawrence responded very calmly to 'how did you cut yourself?' with 'Angle grinder.', I thought I was going to be sick. Anxious me went into overdrive - what if there was bone damage? What if it got infected? What if he lost his leg?! Thankfully, none of these things happened, but I definitely panicked about them!
I was with Gary at the time (I won't repeat his reaction as it contained several shocked profanities!) and it wasn't until quite late that night that we were able to go and see him. When we got to him, he was sat in an overflowing A&E department waiting to be transferred to a ward. He looked pale and bored! We arrived with an abundance of games and treats (none of which he could eat due to his uncertainly timed surgery!) to keep him occupied. We kitted him out with a blanket from home, a laptop and several items personal to us to stop any anxiety from taking hold. Lawrence survived his stint in hospital with little to write home about, as far as hospital stays go! And we are all very glad he's home!
For the past day or so Lawrence has been hobbling, determinedly, around the ground floor. Stairs have yet to be tested - we figured if moving on ground level was hard, stairs would be harder, he can't bend his leg because of the splint anyway! The splint is supposed to stay on for 2 weeks whilst the wound heals and keeps his leg almost completely straight. After that he should have at least a week to recuperate. On the plus side, at least I have company every day for the next 3 weeks!
In short, Lawrence is fine - achy and grouchy, but fine! He's decided to spend the next 3 weeks painting, playing guitar and generally chilling. His current philosophy is, 'When life gives you an angle grinder to the leg... Take a 3 week forced holiday!'
So Lawrence, I hope the next 3 weeks are as painless and relaxing as possible, get well soon, I love you!
