Something tells me, life with Alex is not going to be plain sailing. Lol.
Ugh, men.
On Friday-- the 13th, I might add.
Alexander, my beloved, ran over his own foot.
HIS OWN FOOT.
With his motorbike. Ouchie.
He has no kickstart and so was jumping on it once it was started, and caught his foot under the wheel as he tried. He then, struggled to ride home, and then, he walked/limped to the hospital.

Who kept him overnight.

I was to see him on Saturday where he thought he would be released.. aha.. ahahaa.. oh no.
They took him into surgery at 2:30, I arrived at 3:15 and sat with his brother who I'd barely met until 5, and then sat a further, painful hour and three quarters (as he was meant to be out at 5:30) with his parents, whom I'd never met. Funny how circumstances.. bring you together, eh?

The "feeling most inexplicable" and I still cant describe it.. was not when I saw some other man come out of the same room, and thought it was him, it was not even when I first spoke to Alex.. it was seeing him actually come out of theatre.. with an IV in his arm.. his hair a mess, he face sodden with sweat and his hospital robe askew, beneath the sheets.. the initial blur of him getting pushed back to the ward. He didnt realise my presence for a good five minutes until I was in clear focus at the end of his bed.. when.. and I'll never forget it, it was kind of amusing, his eyes fixed on mine and the most sheepish silly grin just spread across his face. It's kind of nice I guess.. to have that much of an effect on someone.. but.. argh.. then of course when the nurse told us he was going to be on crutches for three months in the least, and that he needed to be on strict bedrest for the next couple of weeks, so he doesnt fuck his walk up for life.. it kind of sinks your heart.. I was pretty good at not crying.. he was the one with crushed and fractured bones, and heck.. his mum was there. I should not be the one getting emotional.. I waited until I got home for that.
Its a funny thing.. in the taxi home I saw a sign for a christmas fayre, that we had planned on going to, which is when it hits you.
He wont be able to.
Or.. with help from the hospital, and the lend of a wheelchair so he doesnt get fatigued.. he might.
Its scary when you think about it. Just how much we rely on our legs and feet.
I cant imagine if he had done permanent damage.
This was pretty shocking enough.. and for him to lean to me when his parents were off talking to the nurse, and confess to how scared he was going in to surgery.. apart from knowing he loves me purely on that.. it somehow breaks my heart as well.. mainly because I hadn't been there to soothe him.. even though I had no choice.

Yep. Life with Alex is going to be an interesting path, but it's the path I have chosen. I have never been happier than when I'm in his arms.. I love him, he actually completes me, even with his quirky dress sense and dramatic past.. I am slowly teaching him that it is the present that is important, and the future is what needs focus.. the past.. is the past.