Before last Thursday morning, I was a happy man. I was healthy, fit and in peak condition for my martial arts grading on Sunday. My girlfriend was the same.
Diary of events:
Thursday morning: crush little finger in door-jamb
Friday: finger turns black. Intense pain. Hole drilled in fingernail by unsympathetic hospital nurse. Oh yeah, and I caught a cold. Girlfriend violently ill.
Saturday: More pain from little finger. Take off dressing; fingernail has turned black. Girlfriend sleeps all day.
Sunday: More pain. Watch all the other lucky, healthy sods who can grade for their next belt in Taekwondo (I can’t because I cannot make a fist with my left hand). Girlfriend ill and depressed.
Monday morning 02:30: Violently sick for about 7 hours solid. Doctor arrives, injects me in the ass and tells me to eat bananas. I hate bananas.
It’s now Tuesday and I am gradually losing the will to live. I’ve stopped feeling sick, my girlfriend’s back to normal, and my finger only hurts a tiny bit now that the nail has popped off. However, this can only mean that the next lot of bad shit is on the way.
I think that maybe someone noticed how great my life was and decided to put me under a gypsy curse.
So in the event that someone reads this post, can they offer me any light at the end of the tunnel?