Oh the irony

So, I meet a new man, buy a new laptop, what naturally follows? Anybody? That's right, I fall up some stairs at work and break my fucking hand. Those of you who guessed correctly win nothing - am not in the best of moods. I can barely describe the pain at the moment of impact. I heard a crunching noise, but instantly went into shock and denial, started hyperventilating and trying to convince myself it was just 'badly bruised'. Alas, it was broken, as an X-Ray at A&E proved shortly afterwards. To get a bit technical, it is a transverse fracture of my metacarpal. Basically, I fell with all my weight onto the side of my hand and broke the bone that connects your little finger to your wrist. I'm wearing a cast - a really fucking heavy cast, and typing this one-handed - the novelty of which has already worn off, let me tell ya.

Have not been able to sleep much since I did it as it is so freakin uncomfortable and I'm supposed to keep it 'strictly elevated', according to the handy leaflet they gave me as I left the hospital. I'm also not allowed to get it wet, which makes washing my hair, let alone the rest of me, something of a challenge. (Not to mention eating/getting dressed/shopping/anything that requires both hands, i.e. everything).

I did it on Thursday evening, and I was supposed to be going on THE date on Saturday. Don't worry, I still went. I just dosed myself up on painkillers, spent about 50 mins in the shower, juggling with shampoo and conditioner bottles, and miraculously managed to make myself look presentable. The date was good - the diamonds were pretty amazing - I think Oz was even more impressed than me - especially when we got to the 'industrial uses of diamonds' part of the exhibition. I saw his eyes go wide as we approached the stands with all the (very boring looking) gadgets that have diamonds you can't see in them, but all perform some gadgety/boys toy function. He was all 'Check this out: diamonds can be conductors AND insulators!'...I was all 'Fascinating, yeah, I'll just be over by the solitaire rings.' So, it was all good, and he wasn't put off by the fact that my arm was in a cast at all. But then he is a guy, so when I thought about it afterwards, it would only have made a difference if I was in a full body cast. After the museum we went for pizza - have eaten nothing but pizza since Thursday - no knives or forks required! We later progressed to a pub, had some more drinks (not too many for me - was already a little high off the painkillers), and whiled away the rest off the day. Good overall, and he'll be calling me in the week.

So, the cast is on for six weeks. SIX WEEKS. I've been signed off work for four weeks and just don't know what to do with myself. When I'm feeling less tired, I might look for another job...
Posts will not be so frequent for a while, since typing one-handed sucks and takes twice as long, but I will be checking in as much as I can. And to think that on Thursday I was thinking I was stuck for something to post about. Good one, powers that be - thanks a bunch.