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[May. 28th, 2004|07:38 pm] |
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I got a phone call at around 8pm last night from the police. My mum's boyfriend had been involved in a car accident and could I drive for an hour to a hospital I'd never heard of, in an area I don't know. So a major panic ensued...my sister came dashing over with her boyfriend, he stayed at my house and looked after the kids, whilst me and Kim belted up the M1 at well over the speed limit.
So we got the the hospital A&E Department and got shown up the the 'Relatives Room' where my mum was sat on an uncomfortable-looking chair, surrounded by 3 policemen, and looking completely ashen. They told me that Maurice (mum's bf) had been knocked off his motorbike by a bloke in a car. Not only had he been knocked off, but the driver of the car then drove over the top of him. So, he has 2 broken ribs, both arms and wrists are broken, his right hip is broken, his pelvis has been smashed in two, front and back, and he was suffering a large amount of internal bleeding. He was conscious when he arrived in hospital, and asking for pain relief, so they doped him up on morphine, and then he went into theatre for 4 hours. We finally got to see him at about 2am, and he's still in the same condition now as he was when wwe first saw him. He's in the intensive care department with machines doing everything for him. He has wires and drips and monitors all over him...he kinda looks like the back of my computer tower, only hairy..hehe. He can't even breathe for himself, and has a ventilator doing that for him. They're keeping him sedated, so really we havent had any reaction from him at all.
Oh, except from like 2am this morning when we first saw him...mum was talking to him and stroking his head and stuff...she kept saying "We're all here, Maurice...I'm here for you"...no reaction...then she said "Joanne's here too..she's worried about you"...and his eyebrows SHOT up! lol...it was funny...me and mum both laughed, cos it was obvious he heard that! Poor bugger must have been thinking "Fuck! Must be serious if she's here!" He knows I don't think much of him...he's treated mum pretty shittily in the past...but anyway...
I got home and to bed at about 3.15am and was back up at 7am to go back to the hospital (which is an hour's drive away...have I said that already?). There's no change in his condition, but he's stable at least. When will my mum have some fucking good luck for a change? It's only a couple of weeks off of her 50th birthday too. :( |
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