my broken baby
As I said in my last post, the waiting is always worse than actually getting the news / result, as you always think the worst.
The Girl has indeed broken her arm, well her wrist actually. Whatever – I made her perfectly and she disrespects me enough to have broken my masterpiece! I have apprehended her for that already.
She apparently literally fell at the last hurdle in her million pigs, thought “Ow, that hurt” but got up and finished her race (and didn’t even come last!). It was only after that she realised it hurt more than she originally thought.
In fact, the only time she came close to crying was after her xray, when the doctor was going to put the cast on, and said he’d give her some painkiller. He went out of the room, and came back with two huge syringes and she was petrified and came close to tears. But it was liquid painkiller that he squirted down her throat, LOL.
So, she’s home and she’s fine, although she is really really upset that she wont be able to do boxing or swimming for a few weeks; just as upset that she’s going to have a cast on for my mate’s wedding in a couple of weeks and even more upset that she reckons the photo to the left makes her look really nerdy
True to form though, she just rung her best mate who coincidentally fractured her wrist last week (the one from this story), and the start of The Girl’s side of the conversation went:
“Hello, it’s me….You are never going to believe what happened to me today – and it is true!…No….No…Shall I tell you? I’m in a cast as well!!…No – I’m in a cast as well…No Aysha, I’m in a cast, not in a whale!!”
*sigh* She’ll be fine