Jess will be disappointed; I won't be getting a cast for her to sign apparently.
Doctor Katz removed the bloody bandages I've been staggering around with since our midnight surgery a week ago Friday; gone too is the navy sling I no longer must wear. I have fresh, lighter bandages I can remove during showers, and I've been cleared for Cardio e.g. Stairmaster.
Doc is pleased with how well I am healing, and is confident I will be pumping iron and bashing heavy bags again. He says my conditioning is one of the reasons I am recovering so well.
Doc mentioned my thick muscles and dense bones were difficult to work with, though he appreciates my pleasent disposition: no whining, no crying, just the facts. I suspect some people just don't understand I'll treat others as well as they are treating me, and some people are not as decent as they think they are. I think this is one of the many things demented Mel had wrong: the nurses he abused were only trying to help.
Bob observed this morning I have not read a book since breaking my arm. Unable to exercise my body perhaps I've lost interest in exercising my mind? We'll see.
Now that I'm sling-free I can wear a coat properly. Just last week I was out in a Maine snowstorm in just a t-shirt and an unbuttoned coat. I'm getting better at tying my shoes too.
I still hurt. I don't sleep well. I may not recover full rotation of my right forearm. I am healing though, apparently well. I'll see Doc again in two weeks.
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