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The results are in:
My Heart Is Okay
...to a certain extent.
For instance, my standing heart rate is (and I guessed it right on the money) 90.
Yours is probably around 70.
On top of that, the night I had the monitor on, we performed under the highest temperatures ever felt by Hue on stage. Apparently around the time of our set, my heart rate hit 194 bpm.
That's more than three times a second, got that?
So the plan is business as usual: Less beer, less salt, less caffeine.
I've been following that lifestyle for the past few months, along with some extended exercise.
I think I'm going to go celebrate by drinking a pint of Guinness at Molly's, while enjoying some free wireless internet - looking for a place to live.
Once the swelling subsided, I knew something wasn't feeling right. My pinky finger was all twisted and my knuckle had been clearly pushed backwards.
After checking into emerge I awaited to hear my name called. It's really based on priority, so I understood why I was forced to wait three hours just to see somebody. I spent my time mainly talking to this woman, as well as eavesdropping on the police that were questioning her. Poor thing.
I was also quite amused at how many different places I was asked to wait throughout the hospital. I think it topped off somewhere between nine or ten different locations. At one point I was asked to stand in the middle of the hallway, conveniently located in front of a room where a fat naked Samoan guy (I think everyone is Samoan) was laying in bed. Deelish.
I then had my x-rays by some douchebag who got my hopes up when saying "Well done" but actually meant "Your hand is fucked".
Long story short, I've managed to fractured and misaligned my fifth metacarpal. This means cast time, and not even one of those cool casts. I look like I have a mummy hand. Apparently this will be on for around four weeks. I still don't consider this to a break, so the streak lives on. Yet now that I think of it, how uncool is it to have never broken a bone? Broken bone stories are far better than none at all.
