On Sunday she was running around after church, playing with kids, and she slipped. I didn't see what happened, but I hear that she flew. She jumped up and ran on. But then a little later her hand started hurting, and her finger was obviously swelling and bruising. The general opinion was that it was too dangerous to go to the hospital. (We're not in Ivano-Frankivsk now.) She was in a lot of pain, so a doctor who goes to our church sent directions on how to cut up a syringe to make a splint. That worked beautifully for the night.
In the morning it was still getting worse, though, so we went on a wild ride to the hospital. We got x-rays, diagnosis of a minor fracture in her middle finger, and a cast put on, all in a few minutes. She's doing much better now that it's immobilized, but she's going to have to learn to do everything with her left hand for four weeks.
