"Broken wrist" is vague and in this case stands for scaphoid fracture. Forgive the poetic license. It's definitely messed up, though. Just look at all those bones!
This time, by contrast, the soundtrack was upbeat and involved a bunch of people converging for an afternoon of playing on the street outside our house. We had foursquare, Frisbee™, juggling, bikes, scooters, bubbles, water balloons and sidewalk chalk. Someone also brought a "caster board" (caster board is to Ripstick™ as inline skates are to Rollerblades™).
I tried it, I fell off, I broke my wrist.
Now I'm in a cast which—although cool in the sense that it's blue and made of fiberglass
—is uncomfortable and totally inconvenient. Day 1 and I've already discovered the amount of planning and awkwardness it involves even to take a shower.
In other news, I was tickled this week by this image: