Gratitude

I am grateful for my newfound castless wrist. I can scratch it whenever I want. I couldn’t help myself from giggling when it first came off, and the nurse handed me a warm soapy washcloth. It felt SO GOOD. I mean, it was awkward, this giggling at the sheer ecstasy of wrist hygiene, and I would have preferred to stop, but I really, really couldn’t; it felt so good.

I am grateful for family fun night: Farley’s pick. We went out for dinner, then to Mr. Tubbs, then home for a banana cream pie Julie made for us to celebrate my cast coming off. It was also SO GOOD.

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