Having suffered a bruised tailbone, mine throbbed in sympathy with your abused posterior. Never had a broken wrist, but I grieve for you in THAT regard, especially!
And, yes, I'm sorry, but I would've loved to have been a fly on the wall to have seen you trying to feed your fuzzy babies!
I mean, only a pal will tell you straight up, huh?
My throbs and thoughts are with you, and I'm jealous, because I haven't seen a size 2 since Moses parted the Red Sea.
I remember it fondly.
Those were the good old days!