one final look at disaster
Yes, it does look like a ten-penny nail, and yes - not to sound too terribly blasphemous, but having one of those driven through your wrist can hurt a bit. Not quite sure about the downstream bruising, but it looks like the good news is that the Harry-Potter scar is there to stay. Yes, I already removed my own stitches, as they weren't really holding things together, and they itched besides. You will also be thrilled to know that spending nearly three months in a cast is enough to give the back of your hand a mild sunburn merely whilst one skates for two or three hours in the afternoon. No matter - I needed the sunlight and the fresh air, and now my 'cast-line' is slowly fading from that right arm - into a cherry-red glow. Whatever. Ten years have passed, and many things have changed, but some things stay the same. I look forward to the allegedly agonizing pain of physical therapy on Monday, as I suspect it really will help restore the full function of my wrist which can not quite bend all the way forwards or back on its own right now.