So, the doctor told me to get rid of the sling while the plaster nurse told me to keep my arm elevated. I complied with the doctor and woke up with a very painful wrist. I then decided to follow the nurse’s advice and used the sling again. Gradually the pain subsided and returned to general discomfort.
Of course, being Wednesday, it was our usual lunch date but, because Mirinda had a meeting in Bristol, we decided to have dinner instead. It would also be the first time I’d taken a long trip since breaking my wrist. I found out some interesting things.
Firstly, travelling into London at peak hour is not a good idea when you only have one arm. I was run into a couple of times – one of the irritating things about being invisible – which hurt. Secondly, the train seat have even less room when you try and sit comfortably with a cast. I feel really sorry for anyone with a broken leg. Thirdly, and most important, travelling down escalators is pretty hairy.
I was carrying a bag in my good hand which meant I couldn’t grab onto anything to steady myself and having very little sense of balance meant I felt very insecure. Up was ok but down…not so good. It doesn’t help when rush hour commuters are whizzing by either. Mea culpa, obviously as my timing could have been a lot better, but even so…
But I managed to get to the flat without too much trouble and waited while Mirinda took a couple of work calls before we set off on our ‘date’. We decided to eat at the Lotus floating restaurant, because the food and service is terrific and because I only need one hand to eat with chop sticks.
Apart from the waiter suggesting that Mirinda may have broken my wrist by hitting me with a broom*, everything was lovely. The food was fabulous, the company perfect. It was just like a date. I even walked her home afterwards, all the way to her door, before catching the train home.
I hate it when we miss our Wednesday dates – we’ve missed a few over last month for various reasons – because it makes the being apart bearable.
* actually I suggested the broom.
It was a lOvely date – better than lunch cos no rush. And the food is fab at the lotus.
Let me assure readers that I was a 100ft away when the accident happened – and I haven’t touched a broom in a very long time.