A week ago I managed to clean my room for the first time since I broke my wrist. Unfortunately having trouble lifting and folding things (due to a loss of functionality in one limb) makes it very difficult to keep things in order. Also unfortunately, the advent of Halloween and Eastment St Derby and the consequent costume creation, dress-up and drinking, means that my room is back in pretty much the same state as it was after not putting anything away for 4 weeks. Except this time some of the clothes on the floor are covered in fake blood as well.
It's almost 5 weeks now since the tram tracks on Swanston Street gripped the front tyre of my bike, flinging me helplessly onto the road, landing with my skirt over my head, a few more injuries than I had started the day with and holes in my brand new pair of tights. Not one to be put off by something as minor as a broken wrist and a knee the size of a rockmelon when there was music to dance to, I got Zoe to tie up my bike, and we walked the rest of the way to Parklife. To be honest actually breaking my wrist wasn't really the bad part, neither were the next 5 hours spent in the emergency room. A reasonable prescription of morphine and two amazing friends to keep me company definitely ensured hilarity. The surgery was less fun. And the two weeks of having a supersized and useless arm were even less fun. Things that are particularly difficult to do with only one arm include: Opening bottles (or jars, or anything that you have to unscrew), using a pepper grinder, typing, carrying anything, driving a car, washing your hair, washing the arm that you can actually still use and putting on socks. The cast wasn't even one of those ones that you could write on.
Luckily, the extra pain I went through earlier when they turned me cyborg by screwing bits and pieces of metal into my bones, meant that the cast came off after only 2 weeks, instead of the usual 6. It also means I have an awesome scar. One that looks a lot like I've tried to slit my wrists. Not great for giving out the impression that you're 100% mentally stable, but SUPER AWESOME for a halloween costume...
... especially when you have amazing friends who can make a copy of the real scar, and put it on your other arm, AND lend you corpse-like make-up.
So the upside to having broken a third bone this year is that I got a pretty cool Halloween costume out of it. The downside is that after being knocked over onto my wrist by crazy drunk dancing women at Eastment Street, it still hurts to type.
Thanks to Mr. Murphy and Underground Cinema for the photo. You can see the rest of the photos from the evening here
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