A fetching shade of blue
So I went to see the fracture clinic today.
I explained to the doctor how it happened, obviously telling the whole story, because I’m starting to feel a bit silly every time I say “I fell off my mountain bike“. He took a look at the x-rays and frowned. “Hmmm” he said, before going to get the other doctor.
Ooooh-kaaay then. What the hell does that mean? I’ll just sit here and worry for a while then.
They returned and had a short dicussion before deciding that they didn’t need to operate after all. “We’d like to, but only because it’s more fun. These heal up perfectly well in the vast majority of cases.”
So they gave me this shiny blue plaster. I go back in three weeks to have the plaster removed and a bit of physio on my fingers. Hopefully it’ll all be fine…
Later on, at work, Maxine commented that it looked rather festive. Maybe I should have asked for red?