One week anniversary

I survived the first week!  I think I'll buy a fancy plastic arm cover for the shower as my anniversary gift to my cast.  My sister was kind enough to post a link for any and all cast accessories imaginable, so I know exactly where to get one. I'm pretty sure she was making fun of me, but I'm taking it very seriously.

So I went dancing on both Friday and Saturday this weekend.  I certainly drew enough attention to myself on Saturday.  Not because I was dancing any certain way or being obnoxious or starting fights between guidos...but because I have blue fiberglass covering my entire forearm.  I think I might have hit a few people in the face.  In fact, I know I did.  This would not normally be a big deal, since the club is always crowded and everyone gets pushed around somewhat.  But getting hit in the face with a cast probably wasn't on the night's agenda for that chic with the perma-tease hair and stilettos.  Or wait...was that a guy?  Regardless, I hope I didn't leave a bruise.

On to yesterday's joys...

Peeling an orange was one of those things that I expected to be difficult.  But I never dreamed that I would somehow end up with that white stuff (the stuff between the peel and the fruit) covering the liner to my cast.  At least I smell citrus-y.  Maybe people will think I did it on purpose.  Speaking of smells, washing my hands isn't the most difficult thing to do, but it's sort of a pain sometimes.  I've started carrying an industrial size bottle of hand sanitizer with me everywhere.  I officially smell like rubbing alcohol ALL THE TIME.  Maybe I'll patent it as a fragrance.  Move over Paris, my Rubbin' Alcohol Delight is coming to a WalMart near you.

Anyhow, after zesting the orange with my cast, I decided I would go on a run.  This was the first real exercise I had done since they put this thing on me, so it was about time.  It wasn't any more difficult than it usually is.  The motion didn't hurt my wrist, and I couldn't even tell that my arm was any heavier than usual.  Afterward, however, came the fun part.  My arm was like a freakin' sauna.  Literally.  This thing can hold some serious heat and some really serious moisture.   And how do you air it out?  Oh, I discovered a fantastic solution.  You know how most hair dryers have a button to blow cold air?  I always wondered who would dry their hair with cold air...well...the hair dryer companies are looking out for us gimps.  It worked like a charm!  Thanks Conair, you made my day.

Countdown to tentative cast removal: 7 1/2 days down, 76 1/2 to go.