Dear Mr. Git,
It is regrettable that your unfortunate accident has caused you so much personal pain and inconvenience, and that we are unable to meet upon the field of honour ( or more strictly speaking, the front garden of Mrs. C. Trellis of Mornington Crescent ).
I took the liberty of consulting my manservant on the matter - in his previous engagement as a fluffer ( something to do with soft furnishing, so he tells me ) he found that his income was less than expected and took part-time work as a Sommelier for a deposed foreign royal by the name of King Burger...a German chappy, I suspect - and he assures me that that you needn't waste what scant funds you have on Guinness and Glendfiddich - you'd be better off buying a catering-size drum of Cillit Bang, which, he tells me, will be both far more efficacious and flavoursome as well as being considerably cheaper. He recommends serving it chilled in a sour-glass, with a sprig of broccoli on the side.
I have also asked a medical colleague of my acquaintance to call upon you. Lovely chap, most agreeable, name of Alan - but you can call him Al.
He specialises in fingers, hence his nickname 'Digit Al'.
I would, however, strongly advise you to refuse any offer he might make of a game of Canasta - he has been ejected from several gambling establishments for card counting.
Yours etc etc...