Six weeks after breaking my wrist I am finally, blessedly cast-free. As the proud new owner of a scaly, withered, mostly useless T Rex claw, I find myself in awe the body's ability to both grow skin, and to consume muscle that is not being used (possibly to turn it into more skin). Some parts of my forearm are much, much narrower than they once were, while other parts are much, much thicker.

It is going to be a while before I regain full use of my left hand, but I am pleased to report than as of now I can:

  • Take a shower that doesn't involve multiple plastic bags
  • Type two-handed
  • Open incompletely-sealed Ziploc bags (still need my teeth for the ones that are pressed all the way shut)
  • Fit my arm into my coat sleeve
  • Squeeze toothpaste onto my toothbrush while holding it

I am anxiously awaiting the day when I can once again:

  • Steer a car properly
  • Tie my own shoelaces
  • Clip my own nails
  • Open jars
  • Use a can opener
  • Prepare food that requires chopping
  • Eat prepared food that requires simultaneous use of a knife and fork
  • Put a bra on in under three minutes
  • Squeeze pimples

And a million other things that you don't appreciate being able to do until you can't. Take care of your bones, friends! As it turns out they are super useful.