I also have a rather fashionable array of colours around my elbow:
Please note the matching sweater which is conveniently covering my huge bicep muscles.
Laughs aside, on Monday I had a titanium plate permanently inserted into my wrist as I was "very young" (surgeon's words, repeated a few times, made me want to stay there for a while) and being right-handed the type of fracture (Barton, as in Fink, only way I can remember) could lead to problems later in life.
Hang on, I thought I already had those with childcare issues and increasing piles of laundry?
Anyway, a stint in UCH has put me to rights - or lefts as it were - and I seem to be on the (painful and slightly awkward) road towards mending. The lovely BB picked me up from hospital which gave us ample opportunity to discuss our triathlon training program going forward. It's complicated, for obvious reasons, but then again I did go skiing with a broken left wrist after falling off a horse in my early twenties, so hey, what's a swim, bike ride and run amongst friends?
And yes mother, I am still going to do it. Because I know you will ask again and again.
The question however is whether the effect of the anaesthetic has impeded my better judgement as today (taking it easy, on doctor's orders) I found myself splashing out on a facial (justified, given sickly appearance), buying four classic novels, and three separate pieces of jewellery.
Oh yes, and two loads of washing, of course.