Boxing was great this week. It was week 8 - last week of the session -and we did a ridiculous class of 8 stations followed by 8 punch outs. I was hitting hard, and I left feeling fantastic.
Before I went to sleep, I turned off my laptop. I don't do that every day - usually it's once or twice a week - but it seemed like time.
Little did I know that things would take a turn for the worse on Thursday.
I woke up and went to read my e-mail, and ... my laptop was installing update 15 of 19. That's right, it hadn't finished turning itself off.
I left it alone and went to work. It was annoying, but I could deal with a computer problem since I was in such a good mood from boxing.
I went to leave work and discovered that it hurt when I separated two of the fingers on my right hand.
As I often do when I discover I've hurt myself, I went to the gym. It didn't make it worse, but it didn't make it better.
I got home, and my laptop had turned itself off. I turned it on, and discovered it would no longer connect to the internet. I fiddled around with it a while and then gave up. (That's right, I went an entire day without Facebook or Twitter.)
When I woke up this morning, I had forgotten all about my hand hurting. I got in the car to drive to work and discovered it hadn't gone away. (Apparently, I like to drive with 2 fingers on top of the steering wheel and two fingers curled underneath.)
I got to work, and it hurt to use the mouse, so I moved it to the left side. I called my doctor - it turns off she was off today.
All day I debated whether to go to Emergency at the hospital or to a walk-in clinic. I decided to go to Emergency. I got to the Queensway-Carleton at 5:15. I checked in with the desk and sat down to wait. After 5 or 10 minutes, the triage nurse called me up and did her thing.
I sat down to wait again.
After another 5 minutes or so, I got called up to registration.
The Queensway-Carleton has a FastTrack program. I don't know the official details, but it seems to be a program for people who need (or might need) x-rays. I ended up in that program and was sent down to that waiting room.
Again, I sat around for 10 minutes or so, then they sent me to get an x-ray.
By now, I'm sure you know the drill - 5 or 10 minutes of waiting, then the three x-rays. After that, it was back to the FastTrack waiting room.
There were several other people making the same journey through the hospital, and we chatted about the experience (all of us agreeing that it's a great program). This time, I think I had to wait 15 minutes. The doctor did a physical exam of my arm, checked my x-rays (which didn't show a fracture), and I was on my way. I was out of the hospital at 7.
When I turned on my cell phone again, I got a text from Wanda telling me she had managed to get on the internet on my laptop.
Doing the best I can for now
5 hours ago