Postings from a broken hand

A nasty and pained welcome awaited me this time, as I returned to this Emerald Island yet again. Just days after my arrival, I was walking back from my daily morning outing. It had rained earlier and the ground was moist and wet. Just nearby my house, there is a little ramp finished with gravel. There has been some algae growth, around these miniature gravel stones embedded in concrete. However, as I stepped on this ramp that day, I had a distinct feeling of having entered into a skating rink. The next thing I recollect is my landing on the hard concrete with a big thud. There was an excruciating and sharp stab of pain from my left wrist.