What a pair...

Yesterday, in extreme pain, my mother landed at the hospital only to come back with crutches having been told the cruciate ligament in her knee is wrecked and that there subsequently has been some sort of wierd bone formation. This morning my father (who is 63 years of age) has someone ring , from hospital, to say another lorry driver [he's a hauler] is on his way to take him back home. Reason, his eyes are completely bandaged so he needs lead around, as he nearly blinded himself thanks to somehow being blasted in the face by dry cement.

[edit] Well the poor man is home... never felt so sorry for him, covered in cement from head to toe and all bandaged up. We've managed to sit him down, get his boots off and in 4 or so hours he can apparantly take the bandages off, he has almost an entire pharmacy home with him for his eyes. It must be so damn sore and frustrating *meep*