Bionic Hand
Wrist Hardware
Originally uploaded by cynical scribe My doctor said I won't set off metal detectors, more's the pity.
I'm not at practice and that depresses me.
Strangers come up to me and ask me what happened to my arm. I didn't think a grown woman in a cast and sling was all that unusual a sight, but apparently it is. I wonder if people think I fell down stairs or got in a car accident or got beat up by my boyfriend or something. I think I probably look too proud of it and that's why they stare. It's a war wound after all, and a pretty good story.
My manager doesn't like the fact that I'm being stubbornly self sufficient. I don't ask anyone for help with anything at work. She thinks I should be asking coworkers to write e-mails for me. I say I can do most anything, it just takes me a little longer. About the only thing that consistently foils me is tying shoelaces, but my work shoes are slip-ons. So there.
Percocet is pretty sweet. I'm taking some then going to bed.