I have not long been back from the hospital seeing how Tim was. I got there at around 12:30 just as his good friend Bonnie arrived. I'd met Bonnie once before and know how much Tim adores her, so it was good to see her. She even recognised me. Niall was already there, so I let Bonnie go in first and when Niall came out I went in.
He was looking much better, his progress is amazingly good. The nurses have had to bandage up his hands, making them look like little boxing gloves, to prevent him from taking out his tubes and oxygen mask. Yes, he is off the ventilator already and while I was there was changed from the mask to the 2-pronged tube up the nose (neither of which he likes).
He is very fidgety, and the nurse was constantly having to move the pulse detector clip from one ear to the other as he moved about. He is making the nurses work that is for sure.
Niall was telling us that at one point he was having an argument with the nurses, though this was almost certainly an exaggeration considering his lucidity when I saw him.
He opened is eyes a few times and was trying to say something when he was staring directly at me, though instead of saying "Alex" as I thought at the time, he could have been saying "my legs," as soon after the nurse gave him more painkillers for his fractured leg.
But considering how dire everyone was thinking the situation was on Thursday, we couldn't ask for better progress in such a short space of time.
Now, fingers crossed, it will just be a case of how quickly he recovers rather than if he recovers. I am concerned about how he will survive financially, though he almost certainly has insurance (he works freelance), and I think his dad is fairly well off, so I guess I shouldn't worry too much.
As you have probably guessed, I didn't get to Pride, but haven't really missed it. Normally I would have gone with Tim and Richard anyway, so there wasn't much difference, just less men and less of a crush. I went to the nearby pub and had a lovely lunch with Richard, Bonnie and two other really nice friends of Tim who I'd never met before.
I am probably going to go back to the hospital tomorrow, though that isn't for definite.
Oh, and I finally managed to get a hold of another of Tim's friends, Chris Casey, and was able to make him aware of what has gone on, albeit by Facebook messages and voicemail and not in person.
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