Yesterday after church, I was playing monkey in the middle frisbee with a few of my friends. Everythiing was hunky-dory. Then it happened. Someone (can't remember who) passed to Ethan J., and, being in the middle myself, I went after the frisbee. Ethan and I didn't collide very hard at all, but I somehow got tripped up. The next thing I knew I had fallen on my arm, Ethan next to me. We both got up quickly. My arm hurt horribly, but I didn't think I had broken anything.
I spent the next half-hour or so playing ultimate frisbee, using only my right hand, my left arm being hurt. After hucking along pass, I decided to resign from the game because my arm wasn't getting any better. I went over to Dad and told him that my arm was hurting really bad. Thankfully, Anne, a nurse and a friend of ours, was nearby. She looked my arm over and said that it could be fractured. We - my family and I - left the church building pretty soon after that. We drove over to an urgent care place somewhat near home. Dad and I were the only ones that went in, and we spent about half an hour waiting in the waiting room.
After being x-rayed, the doctor said that I had broken my wrist. The doctor gave me ice for my arm, and we left for an orthopedic hospital. We waited for a little bit in the waiting room at the orthopedic urgent care place, andd then it was minutes until I got my cast.
Everyone was especially friendly to me at caregroup last night. =D
I'm not sure how long I'll have the cast, bu until I get it off, no more bass, guitar, or sports. For now, I'm only supposed to use my right hand. I've also got to keep my left arm elevated.