Standing nervously on the start line, my mental run-through was perfect in my head - controlled speed, power off the spring board, thrust with shoulders from the vault. Yet, seconds later "perfect" became a twang and burning in my wrist. My gymnastics season ended in that last rotation of the night. The team trainer didn't think the injury required medical attention. My parents thought about X-rays. "Give it time," said the expert. "Don't waste your money. You'll be fine."
In hindsight, we should have followed our hunch. After four months of rest, time didn't heal the injury. It took one surgery and six months in casts to "fix" the problem. We gave it time as recommended, but at a greater expense than the solution we suggested.
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