Wishful thinking

Today is the first time since I've actually taken my hand brace off to do house hold duties, which is what I'm not meant to be doing;but being as I have the patience of a saint, I knew the 'rest the hand' part of the conversation with the hospital would eventually go out of the window. I have convinced myself that my hand IS in actual fact just bruised and NOT broken! The day is getting ever closer to going back to the fracture clinic, I'm starting to panic slightly . I can be quite convincing at the best of times and I've fallen for this. It has to have mended. It doesn't hurt any more. I haven't taken any painkillers for a couple of days. Could I be right in thinking.... I've mended myself? A miracle has happened. I'm a 'healer' and didn't know it. Some one told me once that I had two life lines on my right hand, which had significant powers... yeah I thought but you never know. Tuesday will be the day when I shall find out if my theory is true. Watch this ...............................................................

SPACE!!

OMG!

Today I phoned in work to say I was going to the doctors to get checked out regarding my swollen hand. OK the doctor did his usual examination by pressing on certain areas of the hand, and me in return pulling contorted faces responding to the fact that wherever he prodded, I HURT!! He then suggested I go to A&E to get it x-rayed, so off i toddled to the hospital! Several hours later and four x-rays done, they think I might have, but they're not sure, but I might actually have fractured a bone in my hand. I was yesterday in some considerable pain, the hand is now in a brace with Velcro straps to hold it steady and support my swollen, now multi coloured bruised hand in place. I have to admit I do feel pissed off with the fact that I may actually get 'plastered' and not in the liquid variety, next Tuesday when I return to the fracture clinic. For now the swelling's too much so they won't do the cast bit. I don't look forward to 6 weeks in plaster, more so, I don't want to be off work that long, but accidents do happen, I happened!
I'm taking anti inflammatory tablets and painkillers to make things bearable. The house work is out of the question, washing and taking care of me is hard enough! I'm trying to look on the bright side of things... I get bored very easily, so may read a book. At some stage of the game, I've to go for a run, Oh yes I have my race for life in nine days time! Everything appears to have gone wrong, and I'm feeling sorry for myself.