On Tuesday I didn’t even know what a scaphoid was – on Wednesday I was nursing a clinically fractured one.
The problem with playing badminton in the village hall is that the walls are quite close to the edge of the court. Losing your balance whilst chasing for that elusive short shot over the net (and missing it), then stopping your fall with your outstretched-at-90-degree wrist is a textbook way of breaking your scaphoid. I know now that it is one of the carpal bones in your hand.
Hard to tell whether it is fractured initially (the x-rays showed that it was OK, but they often do), I have to wear a splint in case it is (hence the “clinical”) and go back in 10 days time to find out for sure. The suspense!