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Monday, September 06, 2010I REALLY DON'T NEED THIS................Last Wednesday, whilst performing my DWA* duties (as I have no slave) I klapped** my right hand on the bathroom door. I let out a few choice swear words, 'cos it bloody well hurt. I had quite a bit to do, so didn't pay much more attention to my hand. Until about 5pm, when I realised it wasn't as 'flexible' as it should be. On Thursday, I went to the dokotela, as my hand was swollen & friggin painful. "Ahhh, looks like you've broken a bone" said the sister on duty. Blinding, just what I bloody well don't need right now. Several X-rays & a consultation later, the dokotela informs me it's not broken, but I've ruptured a blood vessel. Five days later, my hand looks like this: And it's still friggin painful! I never realised just how useless I am without the use of my right hand. *sigh* *DMA - Domestic With Attitude (i.e. definition of a wife) ** Klapped - hit.
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