We had a few friends over on Saturday who decided to bunk in for the night, after dinner and perhaps a few too many drinks. A few hours after we had all tucked ourselves into bed, my friend's fiance required a bathroom stop, but unfortunately in his half-asleep and possibly slightly still intoxicated state, forgot where he was and turned left instead of right at the bedroom door and proceeded to try and walk straight down the stair case. Unfortunately, attempting to walk down steps instead of actually stepping down them meant he ended up tumbling down the entire flight, hitting the bannister with such force that he somehow dislodged and dented it, and continued tumbling down until he landed face first into the tiled floor at the bottom.
I was woken up by the sound of my friend screaming in panic whilst her fiance was bleeding heavily from a massive gash in his neck. The sheer force of the fall meant that he split right through all layers, to the point where the jaw bone and other innards were visible.
Almost luckily, I had crawled into bed that night (or morning) minus any clothing, as I'd stored my pyjamas in the spare room upstairs were my friends were sleeping. This turned out to be a blessing in disguise, as if I had been fully clothed I would most likely to have been the first one out the door to see what the commotion was about. Instead, I roused Liam from his slumber (no mean feat!) and let him investigate.
Whilst he did this, I ran to the wardrobe to find some clothing while Liam was on the phone to emergency services. I could hear him describing the amount of blood all over the floors, and as I frantically fumbled around to find some pants, it dawned on me that the worst possible thing I could do for everyone would be to go out and try to "help". Let me put it this way - not long ago my mother ended up passing out and hitting her head on the side of the wall, face planting into the tiles giving herself a nice big black eye, all as a result of the sight of a little blood oozing from a small cut on her hand. We are NOTORIOUSLY bad at handling the sight of blood in my family, and the carnage at the bottom of my steps would almost certainly mean that there would be two people lying on the ground to take care of rather than one!
Thank God for Liam and his calm demeanour! He has seen enough blood in his lifetime that the sight that greeted him left him completely unphased. He was so great with it, as he calmly assessed the situation and tried to calm down my friends while they waited for the ambulance. Unfortunately all I could do was listen to it from the bedroom, but he handled it all with such ease and managed to stay level-headed. I was so proud of the way he looked after everyone, and kept everyone calm until the paramedics arrived!
Thankfully there was no permanent damage done. Numerous tests were done, and although surgery was required to mend the gigantic gash it should all heal up nicely save for some scarring. But as Liam says, chicks dig scars! :)
Anyway... now for the more mundane parts of my weekend! Friday night.
Plus this -
Liam cooked up this yummy paella for dinner. I have leftovers for lunch today, and I am so looking forward to it! I usually take care of all the cooking in our house because I love it, but I think from now on I'm going to make him cook for me once a week!
I didn't completely reounce my duties in the kitchen, however!
I baked a big batch of these scrummy choc-chip cookies to fill my cookie jar with! It was such an easy and tasty recipe that I decided to do a few batches and handed them out to my new neighbours and family. More to come on the cookies later!
Liam was absolutely ecstatic with a Hawthorn win this weekend, which means a Sydney vs Hawthorn Grand Final next week! We're holding a BBQ, and Liam has already started decorating the house in preparation...
I'm really looking forward to having some of our closest friends come over to watch what should be a riveting game next week! I only hope to rain will hold off... PLEASE Melbourne!
What are your plans for the big day next weekend? xx