I will let Eric tell you the story of how he ended up in the emergency room this evening.
As he was in what they call conscious sedation at the time and remembers none of it, though, it's up to me to tell you that the modern method of resetting a dislocated wrist seems positively medieval. It involves finger traps and an orthopedic tech holding the arm steady while the doctor repeatedly yanks the wristbone down with all his weight and strength, causing the patient to moan and writhe around on the bed. I have never seen a doctor sweat that much on the job.
Luckily the sling is effective, the Vicodin is strong, and Eric is ambidextrous. Poor boy. We'll know more after a visit to the orthopedist tomorrow.