Thursday, September 19, 2002

my broken wrist has a

my broken wrist has a name, albeit an undistinguished one.  but its still grotesque.  mom says for the surgery they’ll probably give me liquid valium to kill the body while preserving some semblance of the mind...mom’s into the clean, clean buzz of the hospital pharmacopia… how about another gross picture?  my xrays looked a lot like this actually.  im not allowed to eat or wear deoderant till after surgery is over.  kel got me a cool book to read.  then again, i just finished a cool book of hers about a woman flying planes and training racehorses in africa in the 20s and 30s.  THEYRE ABOUT TO CUT OPEN MY ARM AND NAIL MY SHATTERED BONES TOGETHER WITH A STEEL PLATE.  i may have GIANT NEEDLES STICKING OUT OF MY ARM FOR 6 WEEKS though that doesnt seem very likely.  get psyched: the healing will soon begin.