It is one of those times when I feel peculiar about posting about something personal. But we’ve been having such upheaval over the past few days I thought I would mention what was going on.
On Sunday evening, Mr B (lets give him his real name today — Tom) tripped and stumbled into our living room door. This door is an ancient 1960s affair with three large panels of glass in it. One panel broke across his palms, severing tendons, arteries and nerves in the fingers of his left hand. The scary word ‘amputation’ was muttered a few times, but the plastic surgeons at Livingston hospital did a really amazing job reconstructing his poor hand. He has no feeling in his fingers, cannot move the hand, and the healing of the tendons and nerves will be a very long process. I’m sure I don’t have to tell you that the whole experience has been pretty horrific.
So there we go. I am sure there will be difficult moments ahead: Tom’s going to find it hard spending a couple of months without running or cycling, let alone not being able to do the foolish everyday stuff like opening jars, buttoning shirts, brewing beer &c. And did I mention he’s a scientist? No lab work for him for a while. But at least he’s still got both hands, and I am around to bake him pies and suchlike. There must and shall be pies. And, as usual, I have been very cheered by how superbly supportive my friends and family are. Folk really are genuinely cheering.
Anyway, I’ll be back with more of the usual bloggy stuff soon
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