I had a leisurely day today, getting ready to leave for St Petersburg. You'll never guess what happened, though. When I was at the buffet breakfast spot at my hotel, I left my wallet in the cafe area. I realised when I got back to my room. In my mad rush to get back to the cafe I tripped on a housekeeping trolley and bruised my wrist badly. I sat their startled for a while then realised I needed to get this examined quickly before as I needed to be at the airport at 4:00pm. I quickly grabbed my bag with my spare money, passport and other personal details and got a taxi to the hospital. Once at the hospital I luckily was able to get an appointment straight away. I was stressing. Was I still going to be able to climb Mt Kilimanjaro? The doctor told me it was probably just a mild sprain and that I should be fine to do the climb. He gave me the name of some pain killers to buy to ease the pain if it got to sore. He also recommended me to get an x-ray just incase. So off I hurried to the x-ray room where I held my toes and fingers (on my good hand) crossed that it wasn't broken. During this process I remember how I had broken my arm in the first place. I had left my wallet in the breakfast cafe. So as soon as the X-ray was done I rung up the hotel to check if my wallet was there. The person I rang said it hadn't been handed in yet but he'd look around. Luckily for me I had 3 debit cards so I rang ANZ to cancel the card that was in my wallet. I was then feeling a bit relieved, however, panick soon struck again as the administrator told me the cost of my appointment. I was a bit overwhelmed. Thankfully, my travel insurance was able to cover the cost so I was able to wipe that bead of sweat off. I than went back to my hotel with my wrist bandaged.
After all that kerfuffle it was time to head to the airport. Once on the plane it was such a relief. I knew that that was all behind me now.