A&E is so boring.
I can't believe I have had to wait 3 hours for someone to tell me what I already suspected.
No. Broken. Bones.
I mean you just know when you have a broken bone, don't you?
I knew I didn't have one, it just felt like I had.
But I was ordered to go and Roz kindly took 3 hours out of her schedule to assist me.
Within 10 minutes of arriving, the triage ordered me to have an x-ray. the 2.5 hours after that x-ray was spent waiting for someone to tell me I hadn't fracture my Tibia.
Can't they appoint someone to just say "Nope, no fracture. Go home and get your washing done, love".
Incidents and accident ey?
Pain in the rectum (and Tibia).
So Im now free to go to the retreat in Crewe this weekend with a bunch of eager scrappers ready to make stuff that shows off our memories. Im teaching two classes and a fab and quick make and take. Im beyond excited; it kind of rounds off my holiday a treat :)
Just don't ask me to run down the stairs for a few days as rolling is my only option right now!!!!!!