My Scar “OUCH”, I said to David. He and I were goofing off during band practice one day. He twisted my right wrist. I didn’t think much of it at the time. It hurt a little but I soon forgot all about it. Then about a week later I started having pains in my right wrist. I was having a hard time being able to bend it. I noticed a large bump formed under the skin on the top of my wrist. I didn’t tell my parents. I figured they wouldn’t believe me and would think it was just growing pains. It wasn’t until I was in my first semester of college that I noticed that the bump on my wrist was getting bigger. Since Mom used to work with a hand surgeon, she still had connections. So I went to see the Dr. and we set a date for the surgery. It would be on January 13, 1978. This date actually fell on a Friday of all days. I went into the hospital the night before, so I would be ready to go into surgery the ne
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