Since it was the Christmas event at the union that night and I'd got a ticket and had invited friends round for predrinks, I let them all know I was stubborn and still happy to go out as long as they were happy and patient enough to be with a cripple for the night! I never realised how hard crutches are- I was dead after about 100m, so I ended up being carried to the union and security took pity on me and got me a wheelchair for the night, which my arms were forever thankful for. I can honestly say I never thought I'd ever have my photo taken with Santa whilst sitting in a wheelchair! My faith in humanity was restored this night- so many people that I hadn't seen in ages/didn't know at all were all more than happy to help me out and not complaining at all when things were taking 10 times longer to do because of me.
Talking about faith in humanity being restored, I was woken up to a lovely text from a friend who I had seen once since May saying she was on campus that day (which was a surprise) and was it ok if she came round with a care package for me. After realising that I was going to be stuck in the flat all weekend, I was more than happy for people to come and visit- sitting in the same room for hours with no laptop was not my idea of fun (the no laptop thing is proving to be an issue for getting deadlines in next week). Thankfully, I had 4 visitors at lunchtime and they were absolute angels and did a food shop for me! I am surrounded by seriously the best people ever! Dad's coming up to the fracture clinic with me and to pick up my car on Monday, now I've just got to work out how to get this work finished for Monday and get excused from my presentation.