Erin, OUCH! I hope he tells ex a fabulous superhero version of the injury. Do you have voice recognition software to help with the typing perhaps?

She suffered a FOOSH (Fall On Outstretched Hand), breaking the radius, the most commonly broken bone in the body.

Oh, that's definitely cooler. You had a FOOSH, Erin.

Sounds more POSH to say you have a FOOSH (what? They kinda rhyme)

I'm at moms. Installed a pur water filter. Trying not to be judgemental of all the crap. It's a gorgeous day, and she's got no windows open. Smells like old boxes.

Erin, that's the same break I had! And I did the same as you (sorta)---drove home from curling, took an old Vicodin, went to work in the morning, and THEN went to the ER (it was close to work, and I didn't want to go in the middle of the night and be bored and tired and hungry). The cast wasn't too bad and came off in five weeks. But for a few weeks after that I was oddly frightened to use my arm/hand much because now there was no strong cast holding it!

(middle of the night is totally the best time to go, if it's a level 1 trauma facility, I swear)

Several of my more major injuries happened during periods of extreme stress. I don't know whether stress makes me more clumsy, or if it's my body giving me something else to focus on. In an essay in a book on the other side of the house, Jean Kerr talks about reacting to negative reviews. After one of her plays was panned, she injured her toe and it got infected. It required frequent soakings and bandaging, and she realized it was a substitute for what she really wanted to do, which was soak her head.

See, I found the opposite, ita. When I broke my toe (silly, yes, but it was badly broken and needed to be set) I went to GW hospital (where they'd take the prez) and it was an awful wait of several sleepless pain-filled hours. And then I was hungry too. Whereas when I was able to wait, I showed up slept and fed and prepared with a book, and it wasn't bad at all (also a more suburban facility, but still)

OMG, I FOOSHed myself!? Bwah!

I suspect highly the break will be at one of the same places i broke my wrist when I was 10. I've already left voice mail at my primary doc, asking for referral, so I should get a call back early Tuesday.

D's ex is drama-llama, so I'm hoping he's all kinda casual about it, because she wigs out about a friggin hangnail.

Nope, no voice rec software, so I will be practicing my one-handed typing.(That sounds dirty...) I'm already faster, but now my OTHER wrist is starting to hurt.

And no yoga or krav, dammit. I'm glad I waited on the krav, and hopefully can work something out with the place I've been doing yoga.

I've only tested three ERs (thankfully), but the only time it's reasonable at the biggest one is somewhere after midnight, but if you get too close to seven thirty you bump into first the nurse shift change and then the doctors, and that makes everything slow down.

It's not the prez, but it's where Michael Jackson died, and I think Zsa Zsa was treated there too, for a more extended length of time. Any ambulance in the near vicinity will be heading there--it's so depressing hearing the "10 minutes out" announcement over the PA when you're this close to getting a doctor's attention. Goddamned injured people and their llama drama.

The hospital in my folks' town suckssssss, so there was no way in hell I was going there unless I was gushing blood. My sister's BFF is a crit care nurse at a good KC hospital, so I would go there if I needed to be admitted for something non-ER.

I had to go with clients to various ER's in KC, and there are a couple I would have to be near damn death to go to.