Well. It’s official. Not Broken.
So yep, that means there’s no other reason for the, now, 7 days of intense pain other than my wrist catching all of my weight when I fell on it. That whole gravity thing didn’t help either.
This means no cyborg super wrist. Though they did get rid of the fiberglass half-cast and gave me this beefed up brace.
They also gave me propoxyphene-n (something I’m familiar with). So at least the pain should be going away, and well, who does’t love narcotic pain medicines? (Especially ones with warnings like these: “Dangerous side effects or death can occur when alcohol is combined with a narcotic pain medicine.”)
The doctor wants me to do an MRI, but I’m not so much in the mood for that or its costs. If it doesn’t get better after a month or so, I’ll have it checked out again. But for right now it’s just going to be me and the propoxyphene-n.