Yay for the recuperative powers of the human body!

After the weekend's Adventures in Wrist Fracture Sprain, 2008 ed., I was glum and morose and convinced I would be hobbled for the rest of the spring; but today I realized that the wrist was actually feeling a whole lot better, and that moving/rotating my hand was causing little pain in the injured regions. On the other hand, the goddamned quasi-cast put on in the ER was being a COMPLETE AND TOTAL EFFING NUISANCE. (This encumbrance was not an actual complete cast, but rather strips of plaster laid across the back of my wrist, allowed to harden, and then held in place with massive amounts of gauze and many coils of Ace bandages, forming in toto a bulky club-appendage that made it impossible to get my hand through the sleeve of almost any garment in my wardrobe, or to type or put on a seatbelt or do any of the things one would expect to be able to DO in the course of normal existence.)

So! The minute I got home from work today I peeled off the Ace bandages, took the scissors to the gauze, pried loose the plaster, and was quickly shed of the quasi-cast THANK JEEBERS! And then I drove to Rite-Aid, in the driving rain, and bought a nice cheap velcro-bedecked wrist-brace thingie that returns unto me the use of my beloved opposable thumb, and can also be taken off so I can CLEANSE MYSELF and perform other desirable necessities of life.

I am glad I didn't have to actually, like, Dremel the goddamned quasi-cast off, but in extremis? I so would have.

(OMG I can TYPE now. *dances about in bliss*)