I wore a stinky smelly cast for 6 almost unbearable weeks on my right (dominate) hand. Today, while working at my little towny bar, I trusted 3 drunk-ish men (might I add that they were my favorite kind: perverted old men) with my life. I let them saw through my cast with a dull hand saw in hopes that they would be wary of slicing my tender veins. And that they were. Though they may have had a bit to drink, they took great care in their appointed/chosen mission and even took the drastic measure in making sure harm would reach them before my tender flesh if harm were to come. It took an hour and a half and each took turns with the flashlight (to brighten their dulled vision), the saw (with their fingers between the cast and my skin), and lastly, holding my hand (for the reassurance that I was being protectively cared for). Can I just add that they did this all for me even though if I had had patiences, the doctor would have removed it himself less than 48 hours later.... I love dirty old towny men.


PS My account shows that people read my blog... but who?? Do I know you?? And can I ask why you would read it?