Op a Success (:

Thankfully, my operation went without a hitch. My whole left arm is now swollen, very sore and constantly throbbing, but the screws and pins etc. will help my metacarpals heal properly. Thankfully, my wrist didn't need anything done.

I woke up at 2pm today; yesterday, I was still very drowsy from the anaesthetic, and I think the painkillers probably added to the effect.

Ibuprofen has become my friend...

Now I am completely confined to a sling on my left arm, it's hard to do anything, and as a result, I burnt my right arm today. It's not a good day.

Before, I had my arm in a cast, but could take it out of the sling if I needed slightly more movement. After I woke up, I was pouring the hot water in my cup with my right hand as I was making my tea. I momentarily forgot my left arm was in a sling, and whacked the kettle with my arm. I poured the boiling water all over my right hand. Thankfully, it doesn't seem too bad, although a bit red. How did I manage to spill hot water all over the arm I was pouring the bastard kettle with anyway?

No blister yet, though.

I am off school until Wednesday. So I'll go back to school for Thursday, and then it's half-term. Two weeks of what's supposed to be relaxing, but will most likely be spent studying.

Joy.

A Good Win and Hilarity.

The girls played well today.

Did I just call them that? The girls? Most of them are older than me. I think I'm getting a bit above myself here.

Anyway, the score was 3-0. A good win, especially with the conditions; wind, hail, rain, you name it. Every detestable weather condition possible occured.

It was bloody freezing on the touchline, me under my granma's brolly (she watches us, with my grandpop), shouting instructions. My feet went numb and were swimming in my unwater-tight shoes, and my hands felt like they were going to drop off.

As soon as I got out of the car, it was hilarious; probably more of a you-had-to-be-there hilarity, but I'll tell you anyway.

We got out of the car and immediately my friend, Rachael, said, "Ooh, it's shit!"

Apparently, she meant that it was very cold. For some reason, this made me laugh so much I found it hard to breathe.

Then, as I was making the team warm up, the referee came over and checked the boots. Rachael was at the end of the line. She always kneels down on the floor instead of lifting her foot up, so she got extremely muddy before the match had even kicked off. The ref told her that she would have to tuck her (bright pink) leggings away. She responded by saying, "Ohh, pleasy weasy can I keep them?"

The ref gave in, so she said, "Thanky wanky!"

Oh, I was having a good old belly laugh about that.

Last one, as the match was going on, there was a smaller team warming up along the touchline as they waited to use one of the smaller pitches, but they wanted to watch our game. Emma, our left back, did an excellent clearance - right into the crowd of small girls. One girl had her back to the pitch, and the ball hit her square between the shoulders. She went flying, and landed face-first in a very deep, very muddy puddle.

I feel bad for laughing, but her face..

Cats Like Coco Pops?

Argh. 'tis the morning of the operation. I wouldn't say that I'm shitting myself, but I'm not looking forward to it, to say the least.
As part of the whole "We'll make this operation as painful as possible" procedure, I'm not allowed to eat today. However, I've pushed this boundary already; I watched Date Movie last night, and gorged through half a 500ml tub of Ben and Jerry's icecream, and a full 500ml tub of Lemon Sorbet. I'm feeling the repurcussions now, though.
In my endeavour to try and break the rules, I inadvertantly discovered that one of my cats eats Coco Pops. No, I didn't come downstairs this morning to find her nonchalantly reading The Independent, drinking a cup of tea and eating her cereal (although, worryingly, I can imagine the scenario), but I was making Coco Pop cakes yesterday. I think you're supposed to use Rice Krispies, but I don't like those annoying Snap, Crackle and Pop marketing figures. I much prefer Coco the monkey.

I accidentally spilt some Coco Pops on the floor, and my cat, whom I assumed was outside, pounced like I've never seen her do before. She started eating the Coco Pops very loudly, as if she was crunching the bones of a thousand mice. She looked as if Christmas and her birthday had come round, rolled into one.

Enough of my cat, though. My day today, although not particularly packed, will hopefull be a good one. At 9am (it's just gone 8am at the moment), I'm leaving for a football (soccer) match. It's nothing major. I play on a football team, and am the captain. As my injury prevents me from playing football, my coach asked me to stand in as manager.

Last week, it went well apart from one major thing. We won 7-0, and that was good, but I also managed to break my friend's wrist. I was making the team practice shooting, when a ball rolled towards me. I instinctively kicked it, and my friend who was in goal was holding her wrist floppy. It hit her wrist and broke it. =3

Anyway, the rest of my day. After I come back from the match, I'm going to watch Saw V round my friend's house. Then, I'll be orf to the 'ospital.

Bloody Gorgeous.

Detentions, Ops and Blogs.

I have decided to start up my own blog, mainly for curiosity's sake.
As all of you who happen to be reading this come from ACC, I don't feel the need to introduce myself. If I do, I go on ACC as Etherl. Look on my profile there, I can't be arsed to write about me just yet.
I will immediately contradict myself now and say, actually, that I will talk about myself. But just today's events.
As a consequence of my 'childish and insolent' behaviour in afternoon registration yesterday (doing the Time Warp on the science desks isn't childish, surely? All those gyrating hip movements...), I had an after-school detention. Which is an interesting concept, for I do not have any lessons on Friday. My Fridays are usually spent studying in the school library, for I have exams coming up, but I don't need to go into school.
So, I thought I'd give myself a break for today, and I toddled off to the park. In true 'me' fashion, I forgot about the afterschool detention that wasn't afterschool, and spent almost all sodding day wondering why it felt as if I had forgotten something.
What a bloody twat.
I also have a rising feeling of apprehension and anticipation; I am having an operation on my left wrist/hand tomorrow, to insert some pins and screws that will hold my (broken, obv.) bones together. I have had operations before, but I'm never too comfortable with the notion of someone cutting me open whilst I'm unsuspectingly dreaming.
Of course, I know what they're doing, so it's not so unsuspectingly. That would be slightly perverted and paedophilic if they had a fetish for cutting open sleeping girls' hands.

I think I have to stay off school until Wednesday. Bollocks.

But, I digress.