Done gone broke it!

Whee! I broke it. Smooshed.

My toe that is. The middle bone is well shattered. Fortunately the pieces haven't separated, so it'll heal without surgery.

At least it means I'm not a total girl for breaking into tears round 2 or 3pm the last two nights when the exhaustion and pain got too much for me. Seeing as it's been too sore to sleep with that is.

I now have a bit of tape, some anti-inflammatories and some painkillers that will hopefully have more effect than the two generic Myproldol clones I took last night. I mean 20mg of codiene didn't even really dent the pain.

Oh well, at least I now know what's wrong. This is my first broken bone at the illustrious age of 27. And not exactly a glorious one to break either.

How I broke it is an equally inglorious tale. There's this game we play sometimes when warming up for judo, which I have always loathed. It's called Belt Soccer, and is played in our judo wear (barefooted), with chairs at each end of the mat for goal posts and a large square chunk of foam for a ball. It's called belt soccer since you're allowed to take your gi belt, fold it over a few times and use it as a floppy club to hit the ball with.

The reason I've always loathed Belt soccer is since I've always reckoned it's a barrel of injuries waiting to happen. I think this is karma, I'm being punished for enjoying being right so much.

So there I was foolishly almost starting to enjoy myself, I kicked for the 'ball' that was infront of me and... Someone proceeded to put their foot down on the lump of foam, and my toe connected at full swing with the boney back of their ankle.

Whoever it was must have had ankles of steel, since I was the only one jumping up and down wincing in agony.

So that's me out of doing much in the way of training for the next month. Bloody typical.

Owh, owh, bugger, owh!

It's clearly not my week (or should that be weeks?)

They were to cheap here to hire any freelancers while I was off for Tony and Katy's wedding and ICON so I came back to more than a week's work of work patiently waiting for me.

Due to the time off I've also lost the innurement that I'd built up to all the things that upset, anger or irritate me about my job situation, so I'm back to square one with hating everything here.

On top of that they seem to be taking me even more for granted - if that's possible. It's also be nice to be working for someone who, after six months in their employ, can actually remember your name more than 50% of the time. As Liz, less than cheerfully, points out this is a fair sign of how much I, as an individual, matter to them.

It doesn't help either that I've been for an interview with one of their competitors and I dearly want that job, but haven't heard anything yet which is driving me crazy. Tony's advice is to care less and act like I haven't got it - which isn't bad advice, I'm just not having much luck following it (although with every day that passes without me hearing anything, I'm becoming more convinced that I may well be out of the running. To my deep disappointment.)

Further joys of being the sole designer include the fact that if I take sick leave, no-one picks up the pieces and makes my deadlines for me, which really really sucks.

Especially now that I've managed to dislocate two joints of my left big-toe at the same time leaving me practically crippled for the moment. I can't drive, I can hardly walk, I've been in constant pain since yesterday evening and even the best painkillers hardly dent it. It was so bad that I only managed to snatch sleep last night when the exhaustion overcame the agony.

Despite that, here I am at work.

Jeepers. I'm so happy. I feel so valued. I love everyone.