Dublin and the NISFA meeting were grand. Seeing the family was grand.
Falling down the bus stairs when the driver accelerated and braked both very hard in very short succession and jamming the holy living shit out of my right pinky and ring finger was not so grand.
Both fingers are, on the palm side, purple and black from the top knuckle to the palm. This is with being coated in magic-bruise-reducing arnica since half an hour after it happened. :p They look like hell. They don’t hurt much,–they’re mostly numb little sausages, really–but the mobility is decreasing as the swelling increases. They’re clearly not broken in any kind of compound fracture way, but if the swelling isn’t significantly reduced by tomorrow I think I’d better find a doctor, which is something I have no idea how to do here. I mean, if they’re broken with a simple fracture, there’s not a damned thing a doctor can do besides tape them, which I’ve been doing anyway, but I don’t know, maybe I can sue the frigging Dublin bus company for time lost at work or something, because as you might imagine, I’m not typing very damned fast right now.