In the beginning of February I was getting the mail and I slipped on the ice and fell pretty hard. I laid on the ground for a while trying to assess my injuries feeling very concerned for my overly abused leg. I made it inside and made a doctors appointment for my leg to have all of the hardware in my leg checked out ( I have broken screws in my leg before!). The next morning I told Nathan that my leg actually felt okay and my wrist was bothering me more than anything. I still went to the doctors appointment and as anticipated, the leg was totally fine. Just a good scrape and bruise.
Sorry this is a long story, but you have to understand why my pride has been so damaged.
For the past 4 weeks Nathan has been telling me to go get my wrist checked out. He thought it was broken. I kept saying, "No, it's just a little sprain". Well, my "little sprain" has been getting, well, not any better, so I made an appointment to get it checked out.
The doctor took some x-rays and then showed me not one broken bone but two! I started laughing and he asked me why. I said, "I just lost a bet."
Turns out Nathan was right.
I have been laughing all day over the fact that I am more bothered that I was wrong than I am that I now have a cast on my arm.