No joke


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?