I might be in love with my new cast.
Keep in mind that love doesn’t have to mean you adore everything about your SO. This ol’ thing chafes my thumb something fierce. It’s waterproof, but it still takes a while to dry. The palm is very chunky and restricts how well I can use moderately sized computer mice. It’s quite solid, but it digs into my forearm a little bit and I haven’t gotten used to sleeping with it yet.
I mean geez, we just started going steady yesterday.
It took a long time to get. You know how yesterday I was all I’m signing off because I don’t want to be durdling around on my phone when they call me. They called me maybe five minutes later and took me to another room with other hospital beds. I waited for perhaps another 30 minutes before anyone saw me. They tended to two other patients, then two new patients were brought in. Then a fellow (like, he was a gentleman but also “Fellow” was his title) was all “oh, have you been seen yet?” and I was all “nope” so he saw me and said a nurse would be back to check/remove my old cast, then he’d come back in 20 minutes. Meanwhile, the other patients were seen and excused. He came back in 20 minutes and I hadn’t been seen by the nurse. So he called a nurse who came ten minutes later. She cut off my cast and I waited for the Fellow to come back with the Doctor. This was maybe another 15 minutes’ wait. Then they said I needed a cast, so a nurse would be back to give me one. Ten minutes later she returned and gave me the option of a free plaster cast, a $45 lightweight fibreglass cast or a $90 fibreglass cast that would be waterproof. The second she stopped talking I opted for the $90 blue one. $90 for the ability to easily shower or wash dishes/hands for the next five weeks was a bargain. I left the hospital and it was absolutely pissing down. I had immediate gratification for my purchase.
So this new boi is an azure blue, supportive and functional. Plus I have full access to my fingers and thumb again, so I can actually perform basic tasks. I took one of my friend’s ideas and ran with it. Since sharpies were kind of de rigueur, she suggested getting paint markers so people could make colourful doodles. The concept assuaged my disappointment over the lack of brightly coloured cast options available. I let my girlfriend have first dibs on placement and design. So my arm is now adorned with a silver love heart with our initials and an arrow running through it. Also my fist comes emblazoned with a pretty rainbow arch in celebration of Pride Month. If joy is this easy to come by, you’re losing out by not jumping for it.
Best of all, I managed to root around the Service Desk at work for a teensy computer mouse. I can once again do my job unimpeded by the clumsy boundaries of my cast. I’m not gonna lie, my inability to do simple things was playing havoc on my self-worth. My independence is incredibly important to how I view myself. If I’m incapable of doing things without aid I get frustrated. Wrong as it is, on some level I believe that if I can’t do it on my own, then it’s not something I deserve.
On that note, something I deserve is to get the fuck out of here. I’ve put in a solid day of work.
Cast you later, alligator.