Baking last night, the scissors slipped and I jabbed my thumb. It was too late for UBC’s urgent care, or a clinic, so off I went to VGH’s Emergency Department and spent 4 hours waiting to get 3 stitches.  I’d like to point out, though, to the guy who was in the triage line up before me and asked for ‘a prescription for his cold sores’.  Yeah, EPIC IDIOT FAIL! I realize that he’s probably looking for medication for the other kind of sore. But really. EMERGENCY? He couldn’t decide 2 or 3 hours earlier that the pain was distracting enough to get meds and GO TO A BLOODY WALK IN CLINIC?!?!?!
Ahem. So I got home from emergency, my thumb was throbbing as the freezing was wearing off and I was awake. All night. I got maybe an hour of sleep. I ended up getting up for bootcamp — and just doing the cardio and what I could.  I’m glad I did, because I know that feeling healthy, strong and fit is what I need right now.  But by the time I got to work I was exhausted. I couldn’t function. Not my hand, per se, but with no sleep, I was exhausted and had no brain power. So I lasted until just after lunch and came home and passed out.
Sometimes I think I have the worst luck. Bah.