...if anyone out here doesn't know me IRL or on facebook or whatever, you may be wondering where my cast is, given I was busy bitching about it in previous posts.
I went to the specialist on Tuesday, and he poked, prodded, took the cast off, poked some more and said (I swear I am not making this up)
"you are either impervious to pain, you heal like a mutant or it was never broken in the first place."
HOUPLA! I asked if we could go with the second option to make my medical records more badass, but no success. The cast came off for good, I wore a bandage for a day or two, and now it's like it never happened. Sucky from a missing-the-grad-bout perspective, but ace from the perspective of being able to shower without wearing a bag on my arm and using my motorbike.
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