A Little Better

I planed to write a blog yesterday but I was in a bit of a bad mood and my wrist was sore so I didn't get around to it. (Thank you to everyone who tried to cheer little moody me up. I love you all to DEATH)

Well as of this afternoon I no longer need a cast for my arm. Yippee! ...Sadly I still have to wear a silly wrist support thing, that didn't come in any other colour but white. It looks ghastly. Well at least I still have something to use to get sympathy off people.

Tomorrow I will be spending the day with Undertaker! I haven't seen him in ages and I am dragging him shopping with me because I need the company and his conversations are always so entertaining. We always seem to have the misfortune of attracting trouble when we're out together. He has got me banned from a costume shop in London and another time we were both questioned by police for being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Last time we were out I came incredibly close to getting a tattoo. Maybe Will's right...I shouldn't hang out with Undie unsupervised.

Well I am going to crawl into my lovely comfortable bed a little earlier than usual since I was up all last night catching up on back dated paperwork. I can be a good girl when I want too~ sadly being naughty and not doing any work is much more entertaining.

My Pajamas Could Eat Me

I got the day off work today due to my arm. I really wish William had told me that sooner instead of having be get dressed in my suit with all those buttons just to go into dispatch and be told to go home again. Though sadly I was in just long enough for Ronald and Eric to make crude jokes about my injured wrist.

As a treat/punishment William bought me new pajamas to wear since I'm ill...they are the most unsexy things on the planet, men's and two sizes too big! On the up side they are red and I look rather adorable in my giant flannel pajamas. Also I think I could squeeze myself into One of the legs instead of wearing the full trousers.
Will thought since I kept stealing his he should buy me my own. A nice thought but they are HUGE. I might just wear the top half as a nightdress.

Will has been surprisingly helpful today. So far he has redressed my arm and helped me get changed into my new pajamas (Something which I was more than happy to let~him~do~) but he did make me carry three shopping bags when we were out, a tray full of plates and my scythe. Not all that the same time of course.

He's hoping I'll be better tomorrow.

Ouch!

This might be a little shorter than usual because I'm typing with one hand, which is surprisingly difficult. I got into a spot of bother yesterday at work, fell off a roof and twisted my left arm. I have either torn something or sprained something, I wasn't really listening because my doctor in the infirmary was really cute. Its all bandaged up and it hurts! Will has been too busy for me to tell him about it. (Well someone is in for a shock when he comes home in 2 hours)

Well its not as bad as when I fell off a roof last winter because of the ice and bruised my butt. At least I can sit down...

My arm will heal up quickly but until then I better get some Get Well Soon cards from my fellow shinigami at work...and some chocolates..maybe a few bunches of flowers...and any other gifts they may think of. I am a damsel in distress after all.

To make matters worse its 7:30am I haven't slept because I'm hungry and cooking with one arm is hard and I've hurt the side I sleep on. I'm going to look ghastly at work later.