Cast-away I always thought that people who take off their own casts are crazy. I was right. Last night I was crazy. Gauze, 2 layers of stocking, ace wrap, plaster, and fiberglass--who wraps this much stuff around any part of their body in the 105o heat index of a Texas summer? Equation: all that stuff + heat index = heat rash (aka burning pain). Worse than the surgery. It had to go. Missed Kodak moment: 4:45 a.m. In response to my call, "Ken, I need help," my husband appears in the living room to find a pile of plaster and padding in front of my recliner chair. Missed home video opportunity: watching a sleepless crazed woman ripping a cast off her leg with her bare hands. Captured digital image: stitches, bruises, wires with round tops that look like small eyes sticking out of my foot. I'd post the image, but it's not for the faint of heart. Literary allusion(s): Call me....Frankenfoot. posted by Annie 9:48 PM | . . .
