My son, who is 25, sent us a text message saying, "Well, I thought this was something you might want to know. I broke my wrist playing soccer. I'm fine." When we called, he very matter of factly told us that he figured breaking his wrist was something he was supposed to tell his parents. When asked what happened, he said he was playing goalie, and some guy kicked the daylights out of the ball, he caught it (and saved the goal), but it bent his wrist back and broke it. Now, my son played competitive lacrosse (a full contact sport) for 6 years, and never, ever got injured. He was playing co-ed, recreation soccer (in his words, the equivalent of elementary school ball), and he breaks his wrist. His attitude was such that we just had to laugh - "well, at least you saved the goal." They casted it last night, and he goes to the doctor tomorrow to see if it needs surgery. And of course, it was his left hand and he's left-handed. So, he's learning to be ambidextrous, whether he wants to or not! I worried the entire time he played lacrosse, but never gave co-ed soccer a second thought. Oh well, I guess you never get to stop worrying about them. Here's the get well card that I made him. And on the inside (he's a PhD candidate in philosophy, with an interest in epistemology) How many philosophers does it take to screw in a light bulb? -- Four -- One to ponder the epistemology of the word 'screw’. One to question its existence. One to analyze the moral implications. One to ask why it matters if we screw in the light bulb or not. Since none of these requires a working wrist, you should be just fine. Hope you are all well soon.