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.