If you’ve read any of my recent posts, you probably know about my bike accident. Initially, it all seemed super done with, I was fine … thank you universe.

But as I’m discovering, first impressions aren’t always accurate, and almost three weeks later, I’m typing with a splint on my wrist, after having x-rays (apparently it’s not fractured), and if hasn’t improved in a week, an MRI is on the cards.

Yesterday was my absolute lowest moment, as I cancelled all my afternoon sessions, and begged more than one doctor for pain relief. No cigar. Or codeine, which I would’ve preferred.

So life as I knew it is on hold for a while. I can’t really ride my bike properly, pick anything up with my right hand, or clean my teeth satisfactorily. But I’ve made a killer running mix for my iPod, and I’m going to work my frustration out tomorrow afternoon, since I have a gap between clients. I can really feel the difference in my mood and ability to cope (in a negative sense) since being unable to exercise the way I usually do.

But on the good side, I have my third date with a cute guy tomorrow night, and I’m looking to pick up a pair of Adidas shell toes in the afternoon, so it must be getting serious.

Today I’m loving: my splint - although ugly, it’s making my hand so much more comfortable. Now if I could only dye it black!