I sprained my wrist playing softball two weeks ago. I tried to make a diving catch of a flyball. No, I didn’t catch it but somehow bent my wrist back in making the attempt. It was immediately obvious that I had hurt my wrist, but was not immediately obvious how badly I had hurt it. I finished the inning in the outfield and realized, sitting on the bench, that I would be unable to swing the bat. I came out of the game.
The next day I was in a world of hurt. I basically was unable to do anything with my left arm. Even the simple act of putting shaving cream on my face was unbearably painful. For about 5 days I was pretty much a one-armed man (no, I didn’t murder Dr Richard Kimble’s wife). I slowly regained use and thought, for a brief moment, that I might be able to play the next game. But when game day arrived I was still unable to swing the bat. And some pretty impressive bruising had appeared on my forearm.
Tomorrow is another game. I intend to go but likely won’t play unless the team is desperate for bodies.