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Flick ([personal profile] flick) wrote2014-05-27 12:20 pm

This week, it's my turn

We've had a lovely, if chaotic, weekend with C and [livejournal.com profile] groliffe. They were very good about pretending not to mind too much when we had to detour to the vet, or leave the house in shifts to make sure that Jodie wasn't unattended. We even managed a trip to the zoo:


We also had pony rides: C did superbly and had a couple of nice canters on GB, and even managed to look as though she was enjoying it on the second time around!

Jodie's stitches are holding, but I'm not yet relaxing as she's now starting to get bored and bouncy. She's leaking a bit, but it's just slightly pink plasma. On the other hand....

My arm has, pretty much, been getting steadily worse over the weekend, not helped by GB headbutting me in it yesterday. (Rode him anyway, one handed, but it was a bit uncomfortable and I had to get C to do the saddle-moving parts of the operation.)

When I had to get Mike to put my bra on this morning (much to his disgust: he claims that it's the other end of the process that's his responsibility) and just couldn't face trying to plait my hair, I decided that the time had come to get it looked at. The GP was full, but in retrospect the hospital walk-in was a better bet. I've not broken anything but, based on the range of movement* and the fact that the muscles don't feel as though they're in spasm (which she expected them to be), I'm to go off to the fracture clinic and get it checked by a consultant to make sure I haven't torn anything. Sling for now, and drugs: paracetamol four times a day, 'profen three times, which should be fun to keep track of.

* I hadn't realised how small it was, until she made me try without using my other hand to help. And it didn't get any better an hour after she gave me codeine.