After my second appointment with the doctor, I’m happy to report that I didn’t fracture my wrist. It’s just a really bad sprain. The best news I’ve heard so far is that I’ll be out of action for only a week. Or about a week. That’s about as long as I can endure without hitting the basketball courts ala Yang Guo (a one-armed swordman in a famous Chinese novel).
The physiotherapy session was pretty long-drawn. They attached electrodes to my wrist and zapped it for fifteen minutes, ran an ultrasound to facilitate healing, dumped an icepack on it after a round of rigourous massage.
Nope. Still can’t move it. I feel tempted to hit the courts today, but male stupidity trembles at the prospect of really fracturing it and being out a whole year.
so wat exactly happened to ur wrist?
gee, dun tell me this injured wrist is the one u got from the violent bball match? oh man... take good care!
I'm glad you thought about it in long-term.... Don't play play ok.