The plaster is off!
It’s been three months now.
My arm turned whitish-greenish.
The inside of the cast was rotten.
It’s about half as thick as the other.
Doctor says I’ll go back to work after New Year’s.
Ointment, light bandage: “train it”.
He ducks from my evil eye.
So, he doesn’t turn towards the same stupid giggly nurse with the same stupid, empty joke.
He remembers well and I believe there was a human in him after all.
Somewhere inside, or is it because of Christmas?