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.

Atlanta only has one Level 1 trauma center, which is Grady, the public hospital funded by the two largest counties that is in a constant battle to stay afloat financially. What people say around here is "If you're badly hurt, gasp to the EMT, 'Take me to Grady," and the moment you wake up in a hospital room, say "Get me out of here."

We used to say that if you were shot, you wanted to go to DC General, because the docs there could treat a gunshot wound in their sleep. However, the second you're stable, you want to go anywhere else.

I'm potentially biased, because I worked for one of the teams opening the hospital I go to, but jesus, were these people worked up about some things--the amount of attention that went into viewing angles of the flat screen TVs, seriously. I did have to point out that having an obscured corner in *one* of the rooms was a really trivial consideration for a hospital, and they did move onto the next topic (for many of them it was the first time they'd heard the expression "first world problems").

However, when they moved out of the old facility, apparently rats surged out from hiding and made the few rooms still in use...more unusable. That was a sorely needed upgrade, even if they did get OCD about some of the smaller details.