Hi everyone! First off, I'm very sorry there was no blog last week. However, I have a very good reason. Last Tuesday in work, I fell down stairs and broke two bones in my hand. Yep. As I was getting ready to head into the kitchen, I flew right into the air (not a tumble by any means) on stairs with very sharp edges. To avoid breaking my back, I instinctively threw my arm behind me. I flew up straight away, terrified I had damaged my back, it took me a few minutes to register that I couldn't move my right hand (Thankfully I'm left handed) I explained what happened to my manager and I was sent home. I figured that I had sprained three fingers as that's where the pain was. It was at half 9 that night I realised that my entire hand had doubled in size! The next morning nothing had changed and thanks to my persistent boyfriend getting me to drag my ass up to A&E and the feeling in the back of my mind that it was more than a sprain, I made myself forget about my fear of doctor's and hatred of hospitals and went to A&E at my local hospital.
After an almost 5 hour wait, I went for an x-ray and I was told I had broken the 3rd and 4th long bones in my hand. I had my hand and forearm casted up, and I went home. On Friday, I met with a doctor at the trauma clinic. Thankfully, I won't need surgery but I'll be in a cast, and out of work for six weeks, minimum.