Another Day, Another Doctor

Due to the pain, I took my hand specialist's advice and went to see my family doctor to investigate the abnormal bone scan and alleged wrist fracture. He poked and prodded my wrist, occasionally making me yelp. "Yep, probably a fracture in there," He declared. "How'd you do it?" Well, therein lies the mystery. "I don't know," I mused, "Maybe a fall during the ice storm?" That didn't make sense, though, that was almost two months ago. He handed me more prescriptions to stop the sneezing and wheezing, and I headed down to the basement for my x-ray. After the pics were snapped, the tech assured me I'd hear from the doctor tomorrow or Monday. I gathered my stuff and headed to Culver's for a Butterburger (mmm...Butterburger). As I inhaled the salty, greasy goodness and enjoyed the free wi-fi, it hit me. No pun intended.
It was about three weeks ago and I was doing laundry. The cat litter box sits across from the dryer and there is sometimes (read: usually) litter scattered around the area. I was taking my load out of the dryer and wanting to avoid the cat litter and too lazy to walk around the door, I was leaning over the dryer door. When you're 5'2" and trying to reach over the dryer door to get the socks in the back of the dryer, it's bound to happen. And it did. Ass over elbows, I went over the dryer door. I was doing my best to not ruin the dryer, and it all happened very quickly. By the time I was reoriented. I was sitting in the cat litter box, a bruise already forming on my thigh. I looked around. I knew I was alone, but I still couldn't help wonder if anyone saw my acrobatics. The cats were staring at me, and no doubt wishing I'd get out of their litter box. I brushed myself off, changed my pants, and quickly did what I should have done when I first got the dryer. I switched the door to the other side.
So here I sit, a hot Friday spent with an ice pack on my wrist and a bottle of Advil by my side. I'll be awaiting the results and further instructions.