My broken wrist was quite an epic affair.
So, went to play football for my old team in Winchester, but the other team didn't turn up and we have a game between ourselves. I go in nets and this lad smashes a vicious volley at me that I get all wrong anf my wrist basically snaps.
I don't think anything of it, but sit out for a minute or two, then go back on up front, cross comes in, I think eff it, scissors kick off the post, land on my arm. Hurts quite a bit now.
To the pub afterwards, wrist is swelling quite badly, mates put ice cubes down my sweat band BECASUE THAT WILL HELP! Get pissed. Doesn't hurt anymore.
Get home, and my housemates boyf is there. He was an army medic, sees my arm and says i've got to go to A&E. I'm like 'why!?'.
Get to A&E, have to wait about 5 hours, and eventually get my xray and the nurse lady says i've broken my wrist, i'm like 'have I?!' - the xray looks awesome, looks like a Harry Potter scar in my arm. Boss. She wouldn't let me keep it though.
And that was my broken wrist.