So I fell on black ice today. NOT a pleasant
feeling at all. No sir, not one bit.
Bruised my knee up and banged my wrist
around. I went down to the urgent care
and waited. . . and waited. . .
Anyway. After being tortured but the doctor than
again by the xray technician, the verdict is: my wrist, thankfully, it NOT
broken. It’s just badly bruised.
Now I’m walking around in a brace that makes me
look like I have a severe case of carpal tunnel. I suppose that’s better than a
broken wrist.
So far I have fallen in some way every year for
the last three years. Winter in the
North bites. I think it’s time to move south. >_<
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