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Well, ... it's been a day. In my last entry, I confessed to breaking my finger by shutting it in a car door (or rather, getting it shut, but the difference is academic). Turns out, it's not actually broken. Took for bloody ever to find out, but it's just a bruised tendon by the looks of it, so no worries.
Lewes Hospital is to be commended, by the way, for running an excellent Minor Injuries Clinic, which is kinda the baby brother of an A&E department (I have a Thing about bothering Accident and Emergency departments when I'm not actively bleeding, spasming or dying, so this turns out to be exactly what I need). In, examined, X-rayed and out in a little over an hour (in other news, twisty-hand is even twistier inside than out, it seems - I'm missing a joint on my index finger, which turns out to be because the entire piece of finger that should be between two of the joints is telescoped into a tiny triangle between the other two). I'd love a copy of the X-ray, but didn't think quickly enough to ask for it.
Anyway, enough of that. From bed to University Health Centre to Lewes and back by 1215, busy start to the day. From there, I proceeded to the house/workshop of a friend and fellow larper, Will Segerman (who is cool and makes many interesting things). He lives up an ENORMOUS hill behind Brighton Hospital (which houses the A&E I would likely have ended up in had it not been for not wanting to bother anyone). The walk up said hill gave me more exercise than I really wanted or needed, but the end result is lovely, a part-built prop for a New Year's Eve Thing that I should hopefully be able to finish at home, assuming certain parts arrive before then and the postal service don't mess up. More details later, probably.
From there to Portslade via the number 1 bus for games night, and that's the day. It's been interesting - I've visited a lot of bits of the surrounding area that I've not seen before, all for the cost of a little shoe-leather and a well-worn bus ticket. I recommend it, especially at this time of year, when the centre of town is so crowded.
Most importantly, I still haven't broken any bones in my life, ever. This will, of course, be my cue to fall off a kerb and break my hip or something STUPID over the Christmas period, or something. This is the way life works.