Tim was there, as was Helen. Nicholas looked really sick, no colour in his handsome face, his lips the same hue as the rest of his skin. He’s unshaven and he made an excuse for not shaving.
He fractured his femur at the end of January, in fact, the day Sam and I saw him on Smith Street driving home. And, from what I can gather, he didn’t do anything about it until fairly recently, last week, maybe Friday when he was operated on Tim said something about an ambulance, which I didn’t really catch. Nicholas ended up in hospital last Friday and was operated on.
After his operation his thigh had been left open, it hadn’t been closed, due to the severity of the infection.
He was in pain, as we sat around his hospital bed, you could see it in his face.
I think everybody was in pain, well, Tim seemed to be wide eyed and stunned in his expression. He’d been there for hours and hours and hours. I don’t think he had slept much.
I think it is pretty serious.
Nicholas’s thigh had swelled during the day and the nurse came in and said that the doctor had advised that he would be operating again that evening because of the swelling.
He hasn’t been able to sleep, but with us all chatting around him he drifted off to sleep several times. I think that’s what loved ones do for you, make you feel safe.
Sam and I walked through East Melbourne in our shorts and thongs admiring the East Melbourne houses, and headed straight to Woolies.
We made savoury crepes for dinner.
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