Okay, here goes. It's been one hell of a long week, but it went by in a blur, it still kinda feels like Monday, and it's Saturday. That there should tell you something. Last Saturday my boyfriend, Mike, got into a motorcycle wreck. The general idea is that he lost control, regained control and then hit where a tree a telephone pole cross. He flew 15-20 meters (about 50 feet) from that. He broke his left metatarsal (pinky bone), has a stable fracture on his C2 vertabrae, and broke his tibia just below the knee, tore 3 ligaments in his knee while at it. Oh, and his bike is totalled.
Right now he's hurting a lot, his leg has 4 pretty impressive bolts in it, and he's been stuck at a British hospital. Wednesday they're gonna do some reconstructive surgery, hopefully he'll be out of hospital by the 28th. So yeah, long week. I've just been going to the hospital every day trying to at least be there for him, I wish I could do more, but I can't. It's been hard, I've been running on empty most of the week, but it's worth it if I get to see him. By the way, national health care is not such a good idea. It means you get substandard stuff. Trust me, British medical standards have nothing on America. Oh yeah, English toilets flush funny too.