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Tarnations!!

You know, I go to all this trouble to crash my bike and break something, and I still don't have a cast to show for it.

See, in all my 24 years I've never broken a bone. The closest I've come is 3 stress fractures in my left foot senior year, but I refuse to acknowledge those as "proper" broken bones.

So when the doctor from the clinic called me up and said "actually, our radiologist *has* found a fracture." I was duely excited. Paltry a wound, though it may be, I'd finally gained entry to that elite group of Bone Breakers and Cast Wearers!

Or so I thought.

The ortho-whatsit guy looked at the X-rays and found there was a fracture. A really teeny, hard to see line of darkerness at the end of a metacarpal.

Verdict? A nondisplacement hairline fracture.

No cast.

Goddamnit.

And just to add insult to injury, I left the cd copy of my X-rays there at the doctors' office. God-diddly-damnit! >.<
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