Right isn't always Right

Today is a great day for me. I got my cast off and I consider this a blessing. I was afraid I'd never have my right hand back again. Don't remember how I obtained this injury? That's ok I barely touched on it from my ABOUT ME spot. I was at the soccer field at college getting ready to play with the guys and very few girls in my class. Me; being the aggressive, unstoppable, and what I thought was invincible and decided to play keeper. I had played previously for the class and which ever team I was on felt overly confident. Which of course increased my ego :) One of the more skilled players on the team took a shot approximately ten feet from my right post. I stuck my hand out blocking the shot but it hurt. So for about a month and a half I just put up with my pain in the wrist. One day at work I was ringing up a customer and I felt intense pain lifting her purchase. My co-worker (Who was insistant on my visiting the Doctor) told me that if I didn't go he'd take me. So la-di-dah I drove to the ER got some weird wrist guard took xrays and such and due to the inflammation couldn't tell if it was broken. So two weeks later I go back redo the xrays and tada broken! In which case I argued with the Doctor about whether or not it was broken. He proceeded to tell me that he was the one with the PhD and so I ceased. While the lady wrapped my wrist I tried to convince her that I didn't need it and ignored her question of what color do I want. I never answered...so she chose...pink :P ugh! Two weeks later I had to go back in and get new xrays in which I convinced the doctor to give me a smaller cast that didn't go past the elbow...and chose blue ;). But now...two weeks later I have my right hand back. There is still pain but I think it's due to sore muscles. After all they haven't been doing much while they were in there. Yes I still played soccer with the broken wrist. I did fall. I did roll. I did get back up and keep playing.

I did have a little fun with the whole cast thing. I tried my creativity by giving everyone who asked a different story about how it happened. From skydiving, bungee jumping, boulder leaping, to fight club, bar fights, rescue stories and even being clumsy. What was interesting though was that I never realized how much I need my right hand. It is the dominant hand but if I was ever to lose it I would be in a lot of trouble. So I practiced writing with my left hand and I must say I have gotten pretty good at it. I just have to keep practicing...and Keep Moving Forward