Update to my little moment over the weekend.

To no one's surprise, the x-ray today confirmed a spiral fracture of the middle finger metacarpal. A somewhat classic result of going down like a sack of shit, in a barely lit and pothole infested yard. Although, it was slightly surprising to me that the fracture was much nearer the wrist than where the pain in my hand seemed to suggest, which was basically the knuckle area. The bone doctor will phone me tomorrow in the wonderfully useful window of "somewhere between 9am and 5pm".

In so many ways, you have to love the NHS. Two consultations, an x-ray and treatment and all for the princely sum of, bugger all. (Sorry for rubbing it in, my American friends). The staff, as usual, were friendly, helpful and thoroughly professional. But, once you start going up the food chain to the consultants and specialists, that's when things can infuriate me. There is such a wonderful assumption that everyone lives in a world where they have no other commitments, time requirements or life and work needs that are outside of the purely 9 to 5. It is a disconnect and so often gives rise to inconvenience, sacrifice and an upsetting of my world that is far out of proportion to the ten minutes of actually talking to someone that is most often all you get. And people wonder why I normally try and avoid this sort of thing.

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