New cast. New color.

I saw my arm yesterday.  Yep, it's still there.  And it was scary looking.  If that's how it looks after 3 weeks, I can't imagine how it will look after 6!  Seriously, I have pretty small wrists to begin with, but my right wrist is now the size of an 8 year old child's.  Oh, my tan line was super awesome too.  Brown fingers, white hand.  Michael Jackson would be proud.

I also learned how they take off a cast.  When the nurse brought in the machine, she must have noticed the terrified look on my face, because she said "The doctor has decided that your fracture is pretty bad and it would be best to just amputate your hand. [smile] Just kidding."  The machine is a small version of a table saw and looks pretty intimidating.  But yes, as we've moved out of the 18th century and into the 21st, they make sure it doesn't saw off your arm, or touch your skin at all for that matter.  It was actually kinda cool.


As I promised myself, I confronted my doctor about the actual time line on this thing.  Well, I kind of confronted him.  After hearing 2 horror stories, I went in to my appointment armed with evidence that proves he had lied to me about the 12 weeks thing.  I was almost sure he was going to cave.  Well, since he's the doctor, he got to talk first.  He said my x-rays look good, and that I can probably get a removable cast in another 3 weeks.  Hoooorrah.  Wasn't expecting that at all.  So when I mentioned that I heard I could possibly be in a cast until the 2nd coming of Christ, he simply responded "What? No."  That's what I get for trying to challenge a freaking Harvard Medical School grad.  I must say though, that this man has got to be one of the most socially awkward people I have ever met.  Or maybe he's just afraid of me- the first time I met him, I burst into tears about how my summer was ruined and my life was essentially over.  Ok, so I might have been a little melodramatic, but he was still really awkward about the whole situation.  I'm sure he sees people cry all the time. 

Downside to the new cast- my thumb sticks out awkwardly now and can now BARELY touch my index finger.  I didn't think this was possible, but my handwriting just got even worse.  Oh, and they didn't have one color even close to tan.  First, I chose this off-white beige color.  The nurse responded with "Sorry honey, we're all out of glow-in-the-dark."  Wow, didn't realize it was glow-in-the-dark, but it would have been pretty funny if I did actually get that one.  My second choice was the plain white.  Well, it's kind of white.  It's a yellow-ish white, but once the nurse finished putting it on, I instantly decided white might have been a bad decision.  It will more than likely be light brown at the end of all this. 

Countdown to tentative cast removal: 21 days down, not sure how many to go...