The Cast

It's Thursday and I leave Morocco to return home early Saturday morning. I fininshed my final exam this morning and now have a day or two of time left at the end to relax. Today being Thursday also means I get my cast off in four days. After six weeks of being connected to something, or it to you, you kind of become attatched. Whether it is inanimate or not. Doing things with a cast has become the new way of doing things and it might take a little adjustment to get used to having to arms again. I do miss being able to do a lot of things that I can't do without a wrist. On Monday I will say goodbye to this cast forever and hopefuly will not be saying hello to a new one. Thinking back, me and my black piece of fiberglass have been through a lot together. It has probably been more places than some people have been in their entire lives. It has traveled up through New York City, across the Atlantic Ocean to Morocco, in the streets and alleys of an ancient city, over the dunes of the Sahara, been dipped in the waters of the Atlantic and Mediterranean Sea, and to the highest point in North Africa, Mt. Toubkal. Quite a list for a temporary, six week, device of healing. On Monday will I be sad? Probably not, in fact I will be ecstatic until I realize the rehab neede for my wrist. I will be free of a companion and emergency weapon but also of a much unwanted burden. For the first time in seven weeks, I will be one step closer to being, once again, completely healthy and normal. At least I rest assured in the fact this cast had a more exciting and adventurous six weeks than the one next to it in the waiting room on Monday.

~Andrew