PSA

I got hit by a car while cycling home today. I'm okay, but for a value of okay that involved spending five hours at Whipps Cross A & E where they put my fractured left wrist in plaster. I have a nasty graze on my cheek, too. Nothing life-threatening, or likely to be long-term serious.

All plans for the next week or so are potentially off, and any plans involving my driving a car any time in the next couple of months should be re-arranged (sorry dreamsewing).

Thank you

Thanks for the lovely comments and good wishes on the previous post. I don't have the energy to reply to each one individually right now, but they mean a lot to me. I appear to be generally capable of getting up and doing stuff around the house from time to time, but need plenty of rest. I think the getting up to do the occasional thing is good, as it keeps me chirpy This is entirely as expected, and probably the way of things for the next few days.

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aegidian is cooking pasta with pesto for lunch, and is a hero of the revolution.

In other news, 'Martin from CMS' can fuck off, whoever he is. Waking me up and getting me struggling out of bed to be cold-called about recovering bank charges is annoying enough, without doing it in an accent and speech pattern that meant that I picked up up the phone to hear: 'Hello my name is Martin from CMS how are you going to die?'

Edited to add: although the reason you all know it's still me here despite the bang on the head is that I'm now feeling a bit guilty at directing ire at a call centre worker. He is no doubt working all hours god sends for shit wages, and is in a job where he'd really be financially hammered (and possibly sacked) if he lost the use of oe of his hands for a month or so. Hell, my work even give me BUPA. Privilege; I have it.