Diagnosis: A Broken Wrist

Sam was playing a game on the gym mats at camp: trying to avoid certain colors on the mats by jumping over them. A counselor thought she’d try to help. She catapulted Sam over the color. Sam, wearing socks, slipped. And she broke her fall with her wrist. And she fractured her wrist.

She cried and cried for about 45 minutes, and when Greg got her home, she fell asleep on the couch. We weren’t entirely sure it was broken, but when, in the morning, the swelling had not subsided, off to urgent care we went.

X-rays.

Yes, indeed.

A soft cast for the weekend. And, Monday morning, a hard one, to be worn for six weeks.

For posterity’s sake, here are the X Rays.

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