So I was going back to work...
And Monday, I broke my wrist. Every doctor and nurse I saw said that I did a REALLY good job too. It's broken in four places and I'm having surgery tomorrow. I've never broken anything and I've never had surgery, but apparently I have a great physician whom also seems to have the same sick of humor that I have. He asked what happened and I asked if he wanted a fun story or the truth. Too bad he went for truth, as I was already concocting a tale of saving the world from their own stupidity by going around in the TARDIS with the 10th Doctor.
But the drive to the hospital...turns out I have a REALLY a high tolerance for pain, but it hurt so bad that I was physically unable to make a sound. Which is why they took their time giving me pain meds in the ER even thought my wrist had a lovely S-shape to it.
And I'm updating my story, typing with one hand cause I'm a glutton for...punishment?
I'm also a bad patient cause I hate asking for stuff and I got yelled at repeatedly by mother and fiance. Sorry, I'd rather be the caretaker than the caretakee.
