a brief update

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.


  1. OH D@MN! The single scariest thing to ever have happen to a writer or an artist. Or one of them. :( I’m hurting for you. Don’t do anything unnecessary until those get better (i.e. dishes, laundry, that kind of crap, writing is important after all) I did break my right wrist once while in high school (and while attending a vocational program for illustration 4 hours a day) I learned to draw with my left hand some, and learned to work through pain, but man did that ever suck! good luck!

  2. I’ve ended up taking the last two days just totally off. Three, I guess, with Wednesday included. I’m actually working on the next Chance script now, although I’m goingto have to change to ths computer–so much easer to type onmy not-split keyboard, it turns out. I’m healig, though! Whew. O.O

  3. Oh, Catie! I just now got caught up on your blog and saw this post. AArgh! You poor thing. Hand pain is a bitch, especially when it comes to typing. I had surgery on my left hand a few years ago and it was awful. I’d keep banging it on everything, too. Be careful! And find yourself a doctor over there. You never know when you’re going to need one. Take care!

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