Thursday, December 10, 2009

My fractured thumb

Hi bloggers

I have had a fantastic week this week. Its started like nay other Monday, I woke up, had a shower and then got dressed and went to work. Tuesday was the same, but the fine happened on Tuesday night. It as our action cricket night and the other team never pitched, so we decided to stuff around bad idea.....! It was the second last over of our stuff around came and I was the keeper. My mate bold the ball, I miss timed the ball and it hit me on the top of my thumb. At that stage I decided to act like a real man and suck up the pain, finish the game and have a drink with the boys at the same time telling myself that nothing is wrong with my thumb.

Well I woke up the next morning to find that my thumb had swollen and was blue on one side, still being the manly man I am, I went to work the whole day and bite my tongue when I hit my thumb against something. Well then I decided that maybe I should just have it checked out by the Doc to find out if everything was OK. I thought to myself that is is only a sprain, but when the X-rays got back I was wrong. Its was a fracture, a piece of bone (very small piece of bone). So know I have to wear a funny looking cast for the next three weeks, while my thumb heals. I am such an idiot


  1. Men! Honestly. Well, I hope it heals soon and that your wife is better at being sympathetic than I am.

  2. I broke a finger by swinging a cinderblock on top of it in honours, and it took Luke a week to get me to go to a doctor. It resembled a plum by then in size, shape and colour...

    Sorry Tamara, I think "Men!" should be replaced by "Ecologists!/Zoologists!"

  3. No, I am failing on the sympathetic part because I am now the one landed doing the dishes! But, he can still induldge in his new PS3, despite the thumb... Hm...