Fresh air

Unrelatedly, this morning I finally got to take my splint off! I’m cooling my heels in a patient room waiting for the OT to come in and show me how to have a bad time. (And craft a reduced safety splint for the next leg.) There’s a sink in here, and as soon as they left me alone I spent like ten minutes washing my hands to try and get the splint stank off. So much dead skin sloughing off, too. And there’s these nasty creases? That shit better not split on me, say no to trench foot. comments

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