Today was ‘interesting’.  As well as visitors, my lad had to go to the Wirral to play in a rugby match.  So, the ‘phone rings shortly after the end of the match - it’s the coach - he’s hurt his arm in a ruck - should they take him to A&E in Liverpool or bring him back home?  He wasn’t in that much pain (or else he’s just a typical front-row forward - where there’s no sense there’s no feeling) so we decided that a sling and a couple of ice-packs would see him right until he was back home.  They arrived safely.  I had a swift feel around his arm - looked and felt fractured to me so I took him to A&E.  Fractured ulna, duly plastered.  Great.  But at least it doesn’t look like a bad break, judging by the X-rays, and we were only in the place an hour (is that a record?).  Going to have to spend most of tomorrow waiting in the fracture clinic for him to see the orthopaedic surgeon though for a final verdict on treatment (my best guess is six weeks with a pot on and then look-see again).

 

I really don’t need this.  I’m knackered after the autumn’s shenanigans, and would rather like a quiet life, even for a few days  Ain’t gonna happen any day soon.  Sigh.

 

So, I haven’t got much painting done.  The Warlord British cavalry I’m working on are ‘dipped’, and dry, but await basing, shields, sabot base, matt varnish and all those other little niceties.

 

Supposed to be going to watch my daughter dance in a ballet at one of the local theatres tomorrow afternoon - unless the hospital are a mite swifter tomorrow than they were today, that ain’t happenin’.

 

Sigh.  I didn’t sign up for this.  I want my money back.