So don't think I never look for the brite spot in things....this hard cast is driving me CRAZY....feel like a bump on a log as my dear Daddy used to say. First, I can't type and second when I do too much and take one of those pills the doc prescribed, they knock me out and put ,e in bed for a day or two. HOWEVER, after doing errands and getting sucked into buying some special popcorn at Cosco on Sat, I finally found the good thing that happened i spite of this bear of a broken bone: The plastic wrapper that held the three popcorn things is just the right shape to slide over my hand and tuck into the end of the cast so I can take a shower without getting the blasted thing wet. How's THAT for finding the positive in a situation? In the past I used a regular plastic shopping bag taped and it was a mess to say the very least. So I now have the absolute perfect shield for this nemesis. If the cast doesn't work you can bet I'm not having surgery and pins which would only make living MORE difficult. I am completely USELESS in this contraption. Georgia senses my frustration and tends to shadow my every move, helping me to dry off by licking my legs when I got out of the shower. Such a love of a dog.
Anyway, I'm exhausted from trying to correct the typin errors and am absolutely NO good at getting anything done during this corraling of my hand in plaster. Think I'll go read and try to forget all the things needing attention. Well, that's one way to attack the day...arrggghhh....p
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