My first fracture

… or at least first one to be medically diagnosed. So congrats to me. I’ve successfully got a hairline fracture in the wrist bone.

So many people with whom I used to share “who-are-you; I-saw-you-yesterday-too” glances in the office suddenly became very sympathetic and caring. “Waise bhi India mein muft ke advices bahot milte hai” proclaims a mobile operators ad these days on TV – I agree. But the sad part is, I slipped off the tiny little stairs of this operator’s brother’s retail outlet. So these wealthy brothers are conspiring against me!! Or is it that they heard me vehemently opposing the over-use of their brand name on all retail outlet formats…

Anyways! I’ve my sufferings. Does it pain? Yes n No. There is degree at which it pains. Yesterday my friend was telling me that his cousin had a watch which used to automatically light up when he turned arm to see the time. This is the exact pose in which it pains to me! Wow! So was that discussion warning me of this incident! Quite a spooky world!

I can take medical leave. But my CL’s are anyways going to get wasted by the year end. Ummm… but I don’t need leave. It should heal up soon.

Do you remember people signing on your plastered hands when you had broken it taking that catch! I used to like it lots totally non-admiring of pain. So here is my opportunity. But looks like I’ve grown up. Though the main reason is that I didn’t get a white plaster; I’ve something called wrist brace on. The material is ball pen proof. It doesn’t write on it. Looks like the manufacturing company knew about my plans! Snif… Snif! Big conspiracy to make me suffer.

However I’m liking it. I now know what not having working left hand means in the morning. :)

wokay.. watch out after 21 days when my memorable days pass off. Probably!

Stay Cosy!