This is an area to discuss things I've done with my husband over the years to strengthen our relationship as well as observations I've witnessed that might serve to help others.
My poor hubby. It feels like the universe is trying to tell him something. Mainly: you should not ride a scooter.
When he first arrived in New Zealand (ahead of us), he bought himself a littler electric scooter to get around on. It was cheaper than a motorcycle or car and he didn't need a license to use it. Great idea, right? Wrong.
The day he came to pick us up from the airport (which, coincidentally was our 15 year anniversary), he got into an accident with a cyclist. He got 13 stitches above his eye to piece back the gash and he showed up at the airport with a turban dressing and swollen half of his face. I went directly into nurse mode from day one to help him heal. He went through picking us up, to moving us across Auckland immediately after that. All while working.
Then, about a month after that (and after the purchase of a super-sexy helmet and reflective vest), he based his ankle on the kickstand for said scooter. The ankle swelled up horribly--to the point that he could not walk on it for about 2 weeks. He's doing better with that now, but geesh! The man can't figure out how NOT to hurt himself.
Needless to say, I've hidden the scooter. I drive him to work daily. And we're getting him a bus pass for when I start working.