No crutches this time, because it's a broken scaphoid , which means that I'm going to be washing dishes for a month at least. Sigh.
Last night we had The Talk. Actually, two The Talks: one about the weight of his arm and how annoyed I'd be if I get accidentally clipped on the head with it, but the other one was regarding his congenitally cold hands and how to make or adapt a glove to keep his fingers warm. Will update with a progress report...
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Ah yes, the scaphoid. If he is unlucky there will be more than one period in plaster. Really unlucky and he gets a bone graft.
Cold hands suggest the rest of the body is cold, but he doesn't know it. I did wonder why on Saturday he was wearing mitts but only shorts, socks and a T-shirt.
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