girlycomic, for the lovely you-missed-zinefest care package. I've read the zine, the bit about preparing for meetings was esp. good and I'd like to pass it on to a friend... and the quench the stench will doubtless see more use as my cast ages, Miffed to be missing the Space Heroes gig tonight, but I'm still not really healed enough for more than an hour or two away from my pile of pillows. I'm forcing myself to rest by listening to CDs I've not heard for a while, with the arm propped up, as slumping on a sofa doesn't come naturally.
Oh, my mum also sent me a comic. It contains the odd factual inaccuracy -- that I was conscious while they repositioned my wrist, e.g. which (mercifully) I wasn't, but it's broadly accurate. And madly cute! My mum rules.
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| owl's bad day - detail It's factual and true. |
P.S. I got to the end of my typing tether before I could add that my mum fell and broke her wrist about a week before I did. Although hers was the sort of break you carry around for a week thinking it's a sprain, rather than the sort that has A&E nurses smiling brightly and offering to cover it up with a blanket. Help me I'm injury competing with my mother
