One injury down...

We had our first trip to the doctor for an injury today, I don't know who is more traumatized, me or Abbi:)
Yesterday, while playing on the patio, Abbi tripped over a toy (some type of "learn to hit a baseball thing..long post with a giant rubber band running the length of it and a ball strapped in the middle) and got this giant rubber band apparatus wrapped around her legs (only God knows how) and fell onto the concrete on her wrist. She screamed and cried for a good little bit, but after icing it and a nap, she seemed fine. I asked her over and over if it hurt and she denied it did. Last night, while opening the door, she cried out and grabbed her wrist. I went and inspected it and it looked OK, but she said it hurt when she twisted it to turn the handle (uh oh). I gave her some ibuprofen and she was fine, no swelling to speak of and she had pretty good range of motion, so I decided to watch it. Today, she was fine until about 1:00, once again, she was turning the door handle and she screamed. I ran to see what happened and she was really crying hard. This time I decided to take her to the Dr. I called the pediatrician in hopes they would have an x-ray machine in the office, but no, they would have to send her to the hospital, so I decided to take her to the Urgent Care for one stop help. Well, that was a mistake... she was so out of character! She clammed up and would not talk to the doctor and when she did she giggled nervously. He was moving her wrist and pressing and he would ask if it hurt and she denied it, but all the while had tears rolling down her face. Was she scared or was it hurting and she did not want to say anything? I was so confused! I tried to talk to her and get her to relax and open up, but she just wanted me to hold her. He decided to take x-rays, even though she denied pain (I am guessing he saw she was in pain). She freaked when they went to take her to the x-ray room and held on to me like she would never see me again! I had to carry her down to the room and stand outside the door and talk to her while they were doing the x-rays. She really broke my heart! Well, the x-rays came back fine...HALLELUJAH! So we were only facing a sprain. He wanted to put a cast on it anyway, though, because he felt the sprain was bad enough it needed one to heal. Well, no way, he mentioned it to her and she started to cry and refused adamantly. I was in complete shock! What was going on with my strong, bold, self confident little girl??? He then suggested an ace bandage to her...no way, there was no way he was getting anything anywhere near her arm without a struggle. Again, in complete shock and slightly annoyed. Why did I bring her to the doctor, sit in the waiting room for 2 hours and worry myself?? Well, he sends me home with the bandages and tells me to ice it, bandage it, if she'll let me, blah, blah, blah. He asks her once again before we leave, is she SURE she doesn't want him to put a cast on it...it will make it feel much better and heal much faster...NO WAY, it doesn't hurt anymore...her exact words were "God healed me up". So we leave. Not two steps into the parking lot and she looks at the bandage in my hand and says, "mommy, will you wrap my arm when we get in the car". What?! I thought she was all healed up! I wrapped her arm and the rest of the day went off without a hitch, but I am still in as much disbelief as I was at that doctors office. What in the world happened to her today? She later mentioned she was afraid that she would have to have a shot when he put a cast on, but was she THAT afraid of a shot?? I even told her no shots...I still can't figure it out. I hope and pray this is the last little accident that requires medical attention that I cannot give at home, at least until Eric is back. I felt so sorry for her!