The recuperation continues.  Nobody cares any more and I’m bored myself with this injury.

The list of things you can’t do with a cast is a work in progress.  You discover it as you go along.

You can’t slice, dice, or chop.  It’s hard to pour from a heavy tea pot.

Washing anything by hand is nigh impossible.  One hand gets vair vair tired shampooing your hair. Putting toothpaste on your toothbrush is unbelievably tricky.

It’s a skillful dog owner who can leash their jackapoo with one hand.  Sometimes I’m skillful, sometimes I’m not.  Scooping is awkward.

Writing hurts.  No way around it.  If I type with only my right hand, strange typos occur and my right arm ends us aching as much as my left.  If I type with both, the cast scrapes across the computer and weighs heavily on the broken part of my arm.

Driving I’m not attempting yet but Dear God, I can’t not drive for six to eight weeks.

Reading–I’m sticking to quality trade paper backs.  Lighter than hard cover.  I just read Eric Walter’s Safe Houses.  Pretty darn exciting.  I like the characters and the way they just keep solving the most impossible problems.  Thank goodness for books. And all kinds of different books at that.