Glass Half Empty

A friend of mine is putting together a LARP based on what is essentially a post-apocalyptic Wind in the Willows. It is quite cool, and merits your interest. There was a playtest in Oxford on Saturday (where we get together and run through things to exercise the rules a bit and find the bits that need oiling, or duct-taping, or similar.)

It was fun, and I have successfully added to the number of strangely-dressed photos of me on the Internet. Yay.

I may have broken a finger by getting it trapped in a car door (grabbed the B-pillar just as someone was closing the relevant door, I've no-one to blame but myself). I'm going to catch hell from the organisers for not reporting it at the time - there were first aiders present, and had I told them about it, they would probably have come to much the same conclusion as I did. A break right at the tip, while inconvenient and a little painful, isn't really critical or something that can be improved by treatment short of microsurgery - all the joints work, and I've a full range of motion and strength. I'm going to see the medics tomorrow morning (first realistic chance I get), and I'll see what they have to say. I'll be amazed if they say anything other than "take painkillers and don't overstress it", though.

Such is life. More than anything, I'm worried about the telling off I'll get from the organisers, and irritated that I've finally broken a bone. Since it seems to be the common childhood injury, and I've avoided it till 26, I was kinda hoping to continue doing so. Oh well. Perhaps now I'll grow up.

Yeah, right... :)

The Glass: empty