Five pins in one finger. Not just one finger but one bone! Crushed. Smashed. The word Broken doesn't really describe it.
My cast is twice as large as the original that the ER doctor put on. It weighs in at ten pounds. There are few tops or dresses that will fit over the "claw". If it were summer short sleeves would be appropruate. Of course, if it were summer, there would have been no ice to cause a fall.
Oxycontin is now my best friend. And my worst enemy. It kills the pain. But it makes me loopy. And tired. Very tired. Caffeine is back in my life after an almost-twenty-year hiatus. Ack!
I am so ready for this effing cast to come off. I'm about to the point of ripping it off myself. If you hear a loud scream during the night, don't worry. It'll be me. Not from pain or agony. But from frustration and lack of being able to scratch my forearm.
For the Record - a fascist's rant
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