Whoops

I fell flat on my arse this morning, a combination of juggling recycling, a slippery deck and some ice. I’m sure it was quite comedic but bloody hell it hurt.
I managed to fall more or less flat on back ( and head ) but hit my left wrist really hard.

I put some ice on it and went to work.
By the time I got in I couldn’t move it up or down so I got an Uber up to A&E.

Who were brilliant. I’m a firm believer that A&E is for accidents and emergencies (the clues in the name ) so I felt a bit bad, however according to the nhs advice if you think you’ve broken a wrist or hand then you need an X-ray and they don’t do those in the village.

Anyway I saw a nurse practitioner who pulled poked and prodded and came to the conclusion that it might be broken, so sent me for an X-ray. Which was quick, then back for the diagnosis.

The nurse said they’d checked it and had a second opinion and it’s fine, just badly banged about ( I suspect that’s a medical term ).

Which was a relief !

The best thing though was that Poppy was so worried about me she called as soon as she got back from school. Well worth it all.