Second opinion
Today, I was supposed to get a cast put on my hairline-fractured wrist. I brought my x-rays from the ER. The doc was not totally convinced by the x-rays. After feeling my wrist up, decided to get a second set of x-rays. My wrist had been feeling suspiciously good for being broken yesterday, so I was optimistic. After checking out the new pictures, the doctor informed me that I actually just have a sprain, not a fracture.
Naturally, my first question was when I could start racing again. He said two to three weeks or whenever it feels ok. I'm going to shoot for Muskego on May 10. Baraboo is this weekend, but, since I suck at it, that's not a race I look forward to. I'm secretly glad to have an excuse to avoid getting my soul crushed that weekend.
They gave me a splint, I think called a "cockup splint". The name is appropriate given how I inflicted the injury. I was hoping for a pink cast, but this is even better.
Naturally, my first question was when I could start racing again. He said two to three weeks or whenever it feels ok. I'm going to shoot for Muskego on May 10. Baraboo is this weekend, but, since I suck at it, that's not a race I look forward to. I'm secretly glad to have an excuse to avoid getting my soul crushed that weekend.
They gave me a splint, I think called a "cockup splint". The name is appropriate given how I inflicted the injury. I was hoping for a pink cast, but this is even better.
Labels: injury
Posted By posted by recursive on 11:40 AM
3 Comments:
that is funny. you said "cock"! later.
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aham23, at April 30, 2008 12:50 PM
No pink cast? Ashame really. It would have gone well with that jersey of yours.
By
Hip, at April 30, 2008 1:09 PM
On the bright side, I did get some pink-ish bar tape on the race machine to replace the tape destroyed in the crash.
By
recursive, at May 1, 2008 8:24 AM
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