My poor Polony

I was awoken yesterday morning at about 6.30 by a call from Tony 'Can you come get me, I've had an accident'.

Of course I thought the worst to start with, my mind reeled at all kinds of situations involving cars, riding into trees, skidding down hills etc. Tony's voice didn't sound right. Not just shaky because he gave himself a scare but like he was being careful to not move too much. I asked if he was OK, he said yes and I jumped in the car to go get him. Thankfully it wasn't too far away.

When I reached him he was holding a rather bloody towel up his face, on closer inspection he had ripped his chin open and a huge chunk of meat that used to be his chin was hanging down. Tony being the helpful boy he is was determined to help me get the bike in the car, I had to use my 'strict Mum voice' and make him sit in the car while I did it. Thankfully a guy was walking by with his dog and helped me with it. The trouble with Tony's bike is when you take off the wheels it's REALLY hard to get the breaks off. Then the next challenge was getting the bike into the Prelude. Yep this would happen the first day we don't have the Jazz!

So I took Tony to Freo hospital. It was almost deserted being so early, so we managed to see the triage nurse pretty quickly. She put a big bandage around Tony's head holding it all together. Eventually we managed to be taken through to see a Dr. She was quite young and I got the feeling as Freo is a teaching hospital she was still learning to an extent.

I'm not usually squeamish and have a pretty strong stomach. I was watching her irrigate the wound and wash it out, I even watched her poke a needle in and around the wound to deaden it. It wasn't until she was sticking her fingers right inside the wound to feel Tony's jaw bone to see if it was fractured that I started to feel hot and a bit icky. I had to sit down at that point, but I was OK then.

I could see Tony was getting very fidgety just wanting it all to be over. We eventually got the x-rays done, and then the Dr came back to give him 7 stitches. He also had to have a tetanus needle just to be safe.

So at last we were done and took him home. I set Tony up on the day bed with all the remotes and made him some breakfast. Looking at him now all stitched up he looks like he's been in a bar brawl. His pretty face is fairly messed up, as well as both his hands and knees poor love.

Well it will just take time now I guess to heal, and lots of hugs!