the good thing…resumed

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Okay. So. I think I’m going to  miss the party. Yeah.

I’m over the uncle thing, but that was just a really, really odd thing that happened.

Okay so to continue with the good news:

I got exrays. Thursday. I had to take off the splint and contort my arm into some very uncomfortable positions in order to get good pictures. It hurt. I think most of it was because it’s been bent in one position for three weeks.

At any rate, I got to take the copies of the exrays home. 1N and I examined them closely and came to the conclusion that we have no fucking clue what we’re looking at, and that’s why we’re not radiologists. We did determine that xrays are cool and bones look wierd.

So I went into the orthopedist’s and waited for an hour and a half to be told that my arm is not broken after all. He then took my splint from me and threw it away!

I spent the rest of the day alternating between reveling in the fact that I can now work my way around a keyboard in the normal fashion, and wishing I wasn’t at work so I could take some more percosets, because DAMN! It doesn’t feel any better yet.

There may be small cracks in the elbow bone, and my wrist is sprained pretty bad, but other than that, I am now completely ambulatory. Some stuff I still can’t do, and it hurts, but at least I know it’s getting better and I DON’T HAVE TO BE IN A CAST.

So I’m stoked.

What else?

I think I will spend the rest of the evening doing miniblogs about the different things I’m seeing while sitting here blogging.

So far I’ve seen hookers, had someone offer me pot, had someone get upset with me for not speaking to them, and just basically seen all manner of human beings. Interesting stuff.

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