Swollen Digit

Adelaide Cup weekend and I don't know who won the race. I also don't care. I got a day off work and that's all that counts, except it was the Grand Opening of our manufacturing facility so I ended up having to be in the office most of the day. Luckily I get a day credited but I'm not sure if it was worth it for all of the hassles we had today.

Picture this: senior managers from head office in Germany, local politicians and the mayor, company colleagues from Korea, China and the States all on-site for some speeches, unveiling of a plaque, nibbles, wine and a tour of the plant. What happens? The production line shits itself big time and we have no frickin' idea why. Thankfully it's not an area I am 100% responsible for and we now have folks overseas working on the issue. They built the damn thing, they can fix it.

On top of the shit day at the office and the stinking migraine I had between 3-6 in the afternoon, I also did this on Sunday:

I was attacked by a sofa that went mental and tried to chop my feet off at the ankles. Luckily I managed to jump out the way, aimed a kick at the offending piece of heavy furniture and fractured my little toe. It immediately felt different to other knocks I've had to my little toes on furniture, door ways, etc (I have a track record of kicking things absent mindedly, obviously). I remember feeling or hearing a crack and Jo got me some ice pretty quickly. Jo and her friend gave me grief about it, calling me a wuss. I would say I had the last laugh, but I didn't. Male + pain = immense physical distress. (Side note: in the picture you can see the bizarre growth I mentioned here in item 3. Technically it's a polyp. Betcha glad you came?)

Within 20 minutes I was back on my feet doing what I had been doing previously, but more carefully. I then cooked the roast dinner for the family as I had promised and just before I'd finished I noticed my toe was going purple.

After the kids were in bed I went down to A&E to check out the nurses get it checked out, some four hours or so later. Three hours earlier they had 60 people in the queue. When I got there I was only behind about ten people - I find the occupants of an A&E waiting room quite interesting. Last night we had the criminal in handcuffs, flanked by two cops. There were two guys who'd had some beers and received punches in seperate incidents. One looked like he would kark it there and then. There was a girl who had an allergic reaction to a wasp sting (at least my reaction was mildly more interesting). One woman had turned up after crushing her wrist and probably breaking it quite badly and another was quite intent on letting the waiting room hear her story about violently chucking up several times more than we needed.

Anyway, after two hours waiting I got called in and sheepishly left within five minutes. I had suspected that they wouldn't x-ray as I'd heard about broken little toe experiences from other people. All the doc did was wrap tape around the offending toe and the one next to it. He wrapped it so tight my walking was worse after the taping than it was before.

Saturday was a hot day (37 degrees) so we didn't do much. I investigated new TV's and then spent the rest of the day torn up about spending the best part of five grand on a complete new system. We have (for now) decided on a cheaper alternative to get us going and then we'll upgrade over the coming years. After all, it's not essential.

So that was the long weekend in reverse. Tomorrow will be fun at work as the problem is still not resolved, but at least it's an RDO so there is no production and that gives us time to test things out properly.