This Memorial Day weekend was eventful to say the least. It started out relaxing with a fantastic lobster fest to look forward to, but then on Sunday while I was busy shopping, I got the call. Dave (husband) had been in a mountain biking accident, he'd fallen 8 feet off a cliff, on to a sharp rock, and was being rushed to the emergency room.
His friend's described it as a "clean cut" telling me how lucky he was that it hadn't hit his spine or head. It's a 10" deep cut, by the hip where all that fleshy lovehandle meat lives (yeah for that - it protected him!).
80 stitches later, along with several gruesome phone-text images, he was home resting, and I've been nurse Amber on-call ever since. I've got the meds all spaced out, his dose times all in line and everything he needs at arms reach.
And now, about that delectable 4 layer coconut cake - our friend Jenny made it and brought it for Dave the next morning. Her husband was with Dave at the time of the fall and is pretty much still in shock from it all. This cake has been rocking our world, nothing like something sweet to brighten up the day!