So I went to the fracture clinic today, with my pink bling beguiling one and all. I was going to hot-glue tthe bling to the cast, but can't find the glue gun. Now notice how this cast has "Wings" cupping around my elbow? They are there to prevent me rotating my wrist.
I keep asking to see my x-rays, so the x-ray techs printed one off for me. This shows the plate and screws. I was wrong. there are not 8 screws. There are ten. I am so tickled that they gave me my own print! You can sort of see the break just to the left of the bottom of the hammerhead shape
AND, I am doing so well that they gave me a smaller cast that will permit me to rotate more. I am thrilled!
To celebrate, I took myself out to Voodoo Doughnuts. See the little voodoo doll with the pretezel stabbing him? This is only one of the many strange and delicious dough gods they offer. They had to stop making the Nyquill do-nuts, but there are many, many more goodies available. I bought a maple bacon bar, a Diablo Rex (devilsfood cake with chocolate chips and fudge icing,) and an apple fritter. I passed on the raised, glazed dipped in grape KoolAid, but maybe next time . . .
Now my tummy feels ooky, but my mouth is still stunned by the glory of it all. Bacon on a maplebar - pure genius!!