Hi all,
purpletoes and gimme If you're still reading hope you're okay, resting and being looked after.
I've had a lovely relaxing week off work. Got lots of sleep which meant by the end of the week the queasiness had eased and I was feeling almost human.
Then at tea time last night a young lad got knocked of his bike by a 4x4 outside our house. The lad was to blame rather than the car driver, only one set of his brakes worked.
I work in healthcare, so the numerous first aid courses I go on came into practice. Thankfully he was conscious so other than keeping him warm, reassuring him and making sure he didn't move there wasn't much I could do except wait for the ambulance. I then sorted his friend out who was in bits, especially as it was his bike, and drove him and his battered bike home.
A result of all this is that I spent last night laid in bed going over everything and worrying about the boy. When I did fall asleep I had a really vivid dream that I'd phoned the hospital and been told he'd died! I woke with a start and it took me ages to realise it was a dream... and then I couldn't get back to sleep.
So today I'm shattered again.
Thankfully the boy's Mum has phoned and he's battered, bruised and has a broken wrist, but otherwise fine. So I might get some sleep tonight.