Thursday

Today is Thursday.  And tomorrow is Friday. Soon it will be next Tuesday.  Ah, next Tuesday. It could be either the first day of the rest of my life...or it could be the 1st day of the next 6 weeks.  Dear Lord, please let Dr. Heyman cut this stupid thing off me and give me a splint for the next 6 weeks.  I sure would love to take a shower without a bag on my arm.

I was sure things were looking up- a few days ago, my wrist was feeling great.  I thought that it couldn't feel this good unless it was healed.  I started thinking that maybe, JUST MAYBE, my next set of x-rays would say I was fixed!  Then last night, I tried to pick up my dinner plate, and I felt a shooting pain through my arm.  Ouch. ouch ouch ouch.  I think that means I'm still injured. 

Countdown to tentative cast removal: 37 days down, 47 to go.  Almost halfway.