The next day's Reporting Scotland was extended to an hour - 60 minutes of astounding goals, people singing, dancing and cheering. I have simply never seen my country so happy. It was wonderful.
Two days after the match, a small bruise appeared under my fingernail.
Things escalated quickly.
After the weekend I went to the chemist, and they recommended some Ibuprofen to reduce the swelling.
On Tuesday, a week after the prick from the badge, I had an online GP appointment and was given antibiotics for a skin infection.
On Wednesday I had to travel to Gloucestershire to interview David Tennant and Danny Dyer on the set of the second series of the Disney+ smash, Rivals.
It was a night shoot, and the sub-zero temperatures were making my right index finger hurt in a way it should not. The following morning, the same finger put my colleagues right off their Premier Inn breakfast sausages.
On Thursday I went to hospital to have my finger X-rayed.
And on Friday it turned into truly the worst Craig David song of all time.
Overnight my finger had become more hideous than Antony Ralston's backpass against Switzerland at last year's Euros.
I went straight to hospital, was put on an IV drip and transferred to another hospital where I had to stay overnight, while doctors murmured about a serious infection and me having to sign waivers.