Back off

I had a little accident at work last night. I was tired, bored and fantasising about one of the 19-year-old girls on the tobacco stand, and I failed to notice a few tins of beans that someone had knocked off the shelf. I stumbled forward with the grace of a pissed elephant, reaching out to grab the shelf to support myself, but the only part of my hand that connected was the end of my little finger. I don't know if you've ever tried to stop yourself falling over by using just your little finger but it tends not to work. What tends to happen, it turns out, is dislocation. As I stood up, desperately hoping no-one had seen anything, I brushed the dust off my trousers and realised that my finger was pointing in the wrong direction.

Dave my manager took me to A&E. I had X-rays and got prodded a few times, and was looked after very well by a fierce-looking but gentle short-haired nurse in her fifties, and her young trainee assistant who was Polish, 22, and very, very sexy. I decided to impress her with my bravery, so I screamed like a girl while being examined, and sobbed uncontrollably when they put in back in place.

So now I have a strapped hand, strong painkillers, and a bit of time off work. I was told to go back when the swelling went, and I have full movement in my fingers.
I'm thinking the end of November...

RC 28-7-09