Drove in. Left after my first period class.

Drove back home for an X-Ray.

Dropped the car off with my wife and rode my 16" folder back in to work. (the 26" needs a wheel trued after Monday's black ice crash)

Got the worst buzz of my life from a van who had a whole other lane to pass me in.

Email from the wife: the doctor called. it's fractured.

Rode back. Picked up the DVD-Rom of my x-rays. I felt pretty tough picking up my broken bone x-rays while carrying in my folder. Almost makes up for how foolish I feel for crashing. Actually, the worst part was having the radiologist ask if I "fell off my bike."

My own darn fault for even trying it on Monday. It was 38 degrees, but I guess the ground was just plain cold.

And now an orthopedist is going to tell me not to ride my bike. Grr.