The alternate title of this posting could be "smell my cast." Quite an offer, no? JT often invited me to do just that over the last few weeks. I deferred, because my mama didn't raise a fool. And now I'll never have the opportunity. Yesterday, after three weeks of funky-smelling, casted glory, JT's thumb got sprung.
As the last-minute photos of the cast reveal, it was none too soon. For the next three weeks, he's going to wear a chic black brace whenever he's involved in any activities (which is to say unless he is asleep). He can shower without having his arm wrapped in a plastic bag. The thumb has healed well and is ready to take its rightful place alongside the other nine fingers.
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