Well just had an unexpected emergency so perhaps a letter off my daily target. Partner has an injury at the allotment, phone call starts with " don't panic" I hate those first words don't you?
So in the past hour, i've been switchboard operator, emergency service vehicle, stocked with nothing but a towel (time to get that first aid kit found!). Allotment security to ensure shed was locked up, he had done it but had forgotten.
back to emergency service vehicle while he took himself home on his mobility scooter with his leg up on the basket, rather than put up with my driving!! Note, It does disassemble into the boot.
Back home to finding cotton wool, salt water to bathe, and hunt plasters out, wash the bloody clothes and shoes and listen to the pain and torture (he's a mardy patient!) not bothered as he calls my nursing skills in need of "work".
All first wash already washing during the incident hung out, i've come back upstairs for a cool down and a drink and perhaps a post adrenaline rush sob to myself!
Back to typing, current figures now up to about 70 from this morning - sigh...
Oh and in case you want to know the details, he hit himself with a ball hammer right on the front shin bone, didn't realise he was bleeding until he spotted the pool of blood he was standing in.
The injury is about the size of a penny piece if that. 😢