After breaking my wrist for the fourth time, and after realizing that the recommended treatment wasn't exactly working, I finally saw another doctor. After three repitions of the same injury, I finally changed something. That means I change my behavior at the same speed as the average rat. Dialed! Rats are cool, right?
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By the way, that's what a BBQ rat looks like.
Anyway, I'm really glad I saw another doctor. My last doctor diagnosed three injuries in-a-row as a broken wrist. It appears that I actually did break my wrist the first time, but all subsequent injuries were to the soft-tissue; apparently I tore my TFCC. I didn't know what that was, so I consulted my doctor. He provided this helpful diagram:
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If you type "Triangular Fibrocartilage Complex" into Google Images, you will get this image on the first page of hits:
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I'll either be able to ride in 3 weeks, 8 weeks, or 6 months depending on where I choose to go from here with recovery and possibly with surgery. That means either no races missed, one race missed, or all but one race missed. Woohoo.
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Learn from my suffering: If you also hope to use MS-Paint in a desperate cry for help, or to mask the pain of a recent wrist injury, or to hide your pitiful shell of a life with lame attempts at humor, there is good news:
Actually there isn't, your life sucks.
Believe in your dreams.
-Chaz