i've done it again, fallen off my bike and broken something. i mean, i don't do it every three months or so but this is the second time since i've been writing this blog
.attention seeking, perhaps.
this time it really wasn't my fault or that of the other woman who fell off with me , either.
we were waiting to cross a small side road when a car cut straight across in front of us, got out and checked his paintwork, bellowed 'sorry dames', got back in and drove off at speed , leaving the two of us and two bystanders stunned. i thought i was alright and actually rode off, but within half an hour i realised that , thanks to the new blood thinners, my left pinkie wasn't just a bit sore, it stuck out at a right angle and was dark, dark blue and sausage shaped. and a neighbour decided to drive me to the emergency dept. luckily reminding me , before we left, to take my ring off.
since there was a procession of genuine emergencies all evening, i finally insisted that she went home and i ended up hanging around till midnight, being bumped by sick children and 90 year-old grandmothers of fifteen. but eventually the fact that my pinkie looked as though it would explode led to about ten x-rays and a ginormous heaving and hauling by two nurses which has made it all look a bit better and feel more finger-like in an odd shaped plaster of paris. it does definitely feel a little better this evening but i'm to be checked out tomorrow by the pre-op people and will be put in a more permanent one on Friday.
all because speedy gonzales took a corner far too fine. i hope he goes bald and bandy legged by the weekend. and no, i didn't know the other woman…but i do hope she did better than me.