Yesterday when DH arrived home from his mountain bike ride, the first thing he said to me was "don't panic, but I think I need to go to the doctor." He knows me well, and I think I did pretty well holding it together. I saw no blood, but his right arm looked a little purple. I stowed his bike, and helped him change his clothes because when he crashed he may have landed in poison oak (oy, what else could go wrong?) As I drove he told me what happened. He went head first over the handle bars into a culvert, put his hands up to protect his head...broke both wrists! Had to walk his bike back to the car and then drive home 35 miles! We saw the dr and had X-rays last night, but the "fracture clinic" was closed by then so they sent us home. Today we went back and he got a cast on the right hand and a brace for the left. And now we adapt our lives for the next 6-8 weeks.
Looking on the bright side of this, it could have been much worse. Broken nose, teeth, face in general, concussion etc. I view as worse than a few broken bones. And there was no damage to his bike (yay!) and so far only a little poison oak scratching.