WTF?

My hand kills. Yet I'm typing anyway since I miss typing since I haven't for like, 5 days. Sacrilege.

I don't know what the hell's happened. I covered someone's shift at stupid o'clock yesterday, and stupid o'clock plus five minutes, my finger's hurting. I've been digging in the ice bin for the ice scoop and the hand that's not scraping ice cubes is feeling hot and stretched in the glove. And there's a bruise on the top knuckle of my middle finger.

I've broken that finger before. We were playing netball in year 8 and my friend threw the ball. It was too wide for me but I reached for it anyway. My middle finger touched the ball, but all it did was pull my finger back at the second knuckle. It was a little sore but nothing special happened so I carried on with the day, then later at guides I was talking to one of my best friends there, she nudged my hand really gently and I started yelling in pain, my finger bulging and colouring.

My finger looked like that yesterday. So I made a splint myself and when I took it off later that night to show the parentals, my entire hand started throbbing and aching. So I spent 5 hours in A&E last night. I couldn't sleep, because my dad was trying to sleep and one of us had to listen for them mispronouncing my name (really, making it rhyme with gibbon? Or just seeing how many different letters you could add to it?) and when they finally saw me, the nurse (like fuck she was a doctor) poked my finger like crazy, and asked dumb questions over and over. I wanted to have such a go, like 'It's 2 am and I am in pain, no I can't rate it on a scale of one to ten, since it's not half as bad as being awake when they put a neck vascath in but it's definitely worse than toothache and no I don't remember doing anything since I work in fast food and you get burnt and scraped on a regular basis so it's like asking me if I breathed today, and you know this since you just asked if I got burnt as well. And yes that fucking hurt but I didn't know what the hell you were actually doing when you were trying to snap my finger off, I assumed you were looking for a break, and I was trying to be a good patient.'

They've given me amoxycillin. And recommended cocodamol. I don't trust cocodamol. That's the easiest prescription drug to get addicted to. Not over a finger you think is infected, no thanks.

Also didn't help that the boy joined me in bed just after we got in, then spent the next 4 hours kicking me. And mum wondered why my voice was buggered and I was crabby this morning. I slept most of the day. I hate wasting days like this.

I've got an extra shift tomorrow, which is good since I booked off Friday and Saturday and I was worrying about my lack of shifts. It doesn't help that I've had to reduce my hours temporarily either, especially not with the whole management thing I'm still waiting to hear about. At least when the temporary period is over, I'll be able to do Mondays again.