Chapter 11
It took a long time to cut the first cast off — after another ambulance ride to the clinic. They took a series of x-rays, just to make sure everything still looked good before bringing out the electric saw.
Because the injuries to my right arm were not as bad as the other breaks, that cast came off first. Replacing it was an elastic sleeve that allowed me to exercise the arm and move the elbow. The sleeve was white and looked just like a cast from the doorway. It was perfect. I had use of my hand, I could reach my prick, and best of all, unless Anthony knew what to look for, he wouldn’t be able to tell the arm wasn’t in a cast.
I felt too weak at first to even hold my arm up. My muscles had wasted from disuse in the time it had taken to heal. I was conscientious about doing t
