Jun. 20th, 2006
Oh no! I just got a phone call from Tina's teacher (Tina is away with her entire class, hiking and whatnot): Tina just broke her wrist playing soccer. She was the goalie. This is ridiculous. The child survived a gruelling Irish Dance workshop this weekend, 3 hrs of hard shoe tap dancing, without anything worse than a slightly sore toe, and the minute she is away from home she breaks a bone. Swell.
Funnily enough, she sounded really chipper on the phone. And she doesn't want to come home early - at least not before the disco night. That's my girl! :-)
I broke my wrist the one and only time I tried ice-skating (my favorite anecdote; I shared my ambulance with a pal who fell at the same time and dislocated his shoulder). It hurts when the weather changes. Broken wrists are shitty. They don't always mend well, and once the cast comes off the joint is stiff and getting it mobile again hurts like hell! Poor little thing.
My auntie's wrist healed crooked. :-(
Come on, tell me your broken bone stories. But only the not-scary ones, please.
Funnily enough, she sounded really chipper on the phone. And she doesn't want to come home early - at least not before the disco night. That's my girl! :-)
I broke my wrist the one and only time I tried ice-skating (my favorite anecdote; I shared my ambulance with a pal who fell at the same time and dislocated his shoulder). It hurts when the weather changes. Broken wrists are shitty. They don't always mend well, and once the cast comes off the joint is stiff and getting it mobile again hurts like hell! Poor little thing.
My auntie's wrist healed crooked. :-(
Come on, tell me your broken bone stories. But only the not-scary ones, please.