Broken Wrist.
Okay- so I didn't have time or energy to update last night, but I was getting a lot of "Hey Lizzie, how was skiing??"..."Lizzie? Are you there?" And yes, I was there, it was just taking me a fricking long time to answer due to a broken wrist. And then of course the story behind the fact that I even have a broken wrist is not all that impressive. The fact is that our coach Scott had promised to snowboard because we had sent the whole boys team to state last year. He did, and I kind of wanted to as well. So, in my tromping boots, I hopped on a board and was doing pretty well. It was flat so I wasn't going very fast, but I caught an edge and went over. I didn't think I had hurt myself in the fall all that much, but my butt hurt and I had landed on my wrist wrong. I just figured I had sprained it, cause it hurt, but I hadn't heard anything snap. Apparently I was wrong. I broke it right at the joint, right next to my growth plate. It's not a really bad break, but I'll be in a cast for up to 6 weeks. And the worst thing about this whole ordeal? It's my right wrist. I am right handed. Fuck. So now you know. And thats my lame ass story.