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I love this. You should have told him to have a pair of chopsticks handy for HORRIFYING ITCHING UNDER THE CAST, and then warned him about when the cast comes off and the 175 pounds of dry skin he'll be picking off for a month.
HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAA.
xor, obvious victim of casts, both the old kind you could write on with pencil that unwrap themselves in a good squirt gun/garden hose fight, and the kind that come in hot pink
Somebody should have warned me about the 175 pounds of dry skin when I had my first broken arm, back when I was 9 years old or maybe 10. It freaked me out a lot. My arm didn't look like my arm at all -- it was the wrong color and the wrong shape. It was WEIRD. The second arm I broke, at least I knew what to expect a little more. (That was about a year later. Breaking arms was a bit of a hobby of mine for a while.)
word verification = hdarhoa. isn't that some kind of a tropical disease?
R, A: I had a broken leg when I was 2 or 3 (a tibial torsion fracture, I believe). But I don't remember it.
I do remember watching my friend Billy McVay break his arm hurdling a hedge when we were in fourth grade, how he held it up to my face saying "oh shit!" and then ran home.
Nota bene: DO NOT stick things inside your cast to scratch what itches: please, no coat hangers, chopsticks, keychains, shishkabob skewers, forks, or spoons. The result is often not pretty!
Violin bows work pretty well, and knitting needles too. THE DOCTOR LIES! YOU WILL GO CRAZY IF YOU DON'T SCRATCH!!!
I love this too--great! It really made me smile at the end and not many poems do that.
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