i went into the doc's office about 45 minutes early - which was a great idea - cuz they rushed me right though and loved me for it
at first i got the impression that they would leave the cast on for a few more weeks
but doctor irish-head said i was healing well and he wanted it off...
"Oh yeah you're my kinda doctor!"
So they cut it off and the doc comes back in. And i'm saying i'm concerned my arm will never straighten out again...
"What if it doesn't?" I say.
"Well - c'est la vive," he says.
"You mean you can't give me a bionic arm or something?"
"Well - really - i don't know too many reasons why people need their arms straight. You don't see too many people walking around with their arms perfectly straight."
"Except for Paris Hilton when she got out of jail."
"Oh really? Well, there's that guy on Boston Legal who does that too - but not too many other people..."
(BUT GRRRRR... I WANT TO BE PERFECT!!! AS IT WAS IN THE BEGINNING!)
So then i start rubbing the crud off my hand and this really irritates him.
"Don't throw your dead skin on the floor!"
So I try to throw in in the waste can...
"NO! Don't do that! Put it on the sheet - we'll change the sheet!"
But I just kept rubbing it off like it's nobody's business. HUH! Like - dude - i gotta put this somewhere as long as i'm rubbin it off!"
He was a clean freak - but he liked me.
The nurses were - you know - NOT REALLY THERE?!
I was making jokes, and they would laugh before the punchlines...
"I feel like i've just risen out of the ashes..."
"Oh - a ha ha ha!"
So - now I'm waiting for my last hurrah with relatives.
The doc told me i can't mow lawns - and i gave him a thumbs-up with my broken arm for that. So my relatives say they'll mow the lawns. Which is why they're two hours late.
When i got home the tall white kid brings out his two mean rotweillers to scare me again. I wish people would just leave me out of their own demented dramas! (see last post).