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As I was getting the horses into the barn, I wiped out and heard a pop in my wrist. I thought I might have broken something. The emergency department was busy, but the nurse and emergency physician were excellent. They realigned the bones in my right wrist, put me in a plaster cast and sent me home.
The fracture clinic was a different story. It was a large room with multiple stretchers and little privacy. Everyone wore scrubs so I couldn't tell who was who. A man walked up to me without introducing himself, pressed on my hand and fingers and then walked away. I remember saying to my husband, "I hope that was the doctor." It turns out he was the orthopedic surgeon because he returned later to...