Well I'm far behind on blog updates. I won't got in to detail on the blunders of the outpatient service and their practitioners to get this cast on. All I will say is, I'm glad he only had a fractured wrist and not anything more serious. I'm also glad English is my first language and I'm not afraid to speak up when something isn't right in terms of health care.
Anyway..... moving on......
Mister got his proper fibreglass cast and decided on a blue one. He had to wear it for three weeks and by the end of that time he said it smelled like cheese. I declined all offers to take a whiff. He's a boy who likes cheese, who am I to question the functioning of one of his primary senses and his sniffing abilities.
When it came time to return to the outpatient centre for the removal of the cast, we were a little nervous when the cast removal implements were being placed on the bed ready for use. We had joked with Mister that they would use a chainsaw, so our eyes widened when we saw the handsaw.
Mister took it well and said he was only a tiny bit nervous when they sawed of the cast. He was glad to have it off and there was still some bruising around the wrist and dead dry skin. He's still banned from sporting activities for a month or two.
