I suppose technically it could be blamed on Judo, because today was our Women's Jiu-Jitsu Class Throwing Sunday. As much as I would like to blame it on Judo, and it did happen during a throw, I'm afraid I cannot. I can't blame it on Judo, or Jiu-Jitsu, or Amy for making us throw, or even Skyler who is the one who threw me. No, I can only blame it on myself. I did the one thing they tell you to never do, the one thing that they repeatedly warn will cause you to break something...I stuck my arm out to catch my fall, and Skyler landed on my wrist. We both heard *crack*.
I must have been in a little bit of shock right afterwards, because I don't remember much, except that suddenly a guardian angel appeared, and she was ordering people around "Get the wrap from my bag! Get me an ice pack!" She fed me ibuprofen, wrapped me up, and made me feel better. She also told me it was okay to cry, and I did. I was very lucky that Sara was at the dojo today. Not only is she a friend, but she's also a medic in training to be a firefighter.
I'm not a very good typist to begin with, and I am right-handed, so this injury affects my writing and video game playing abilities as well. I swear I've learned my lesson! Both about sticking my hand out to break my fall, and about complaining about minor injuries. I'm going to try to never do either of those again.
