The dangers of icy mornings
Dec. 7th, 2008 11:07 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sawylIt's a beautifully cold, frosty, icy morning. I know. I found out the hard way. Out running, I slipped on an ungritted bit of pavement — I suppose the local authority have to claw back their lost 5 mil from somewhere — and fell on my hand.
Assessing the damage, I don't think that I've broken my finger but I'm not entirely sure. Given the amount of movement I've still got in it — I can still touch-type without difficulty — combined with the amount of puffiness and my inability to put much pressure on it, I reckon that I've just badly bruised it. If it's still bad tomorrow, I might drag myself off to the hospital for an x-ray, but I'll be damned if I'm going to waste an otherwise nice Sunday sitting in casualty waiting to be told that there's nothing wrong with me.
Assessing the damage, I don't think that I've broken my finger but I'm not entirely sure. Given the amount of movement I've still got in it — I can still touch-type without difficulty — combined with the amount of puffiness and my inability to put much pressure on it, I reckon that I've just badly bruised it. If it's still bad tomorrow, I might drag myself off to the hospital for an x-ray, but I'll be damned if I'm going to waste an otherwise nice Sunday sitting in casualty waiting to be told that there's nothing wrong with me.
