It was finally time to remove the fibreglass cast on Nat’s right arm last week.
He’s had his arm wrapped in one for two weeks ever since he fell and cracked the humerus on his right arm. We’ve been making sure it didn’t get wet – it was really such a chore given how he loves to eat with his hands – and when it did on two occasions we had to use a hair-dryer (turned to the ‘cool’ function) to keep it dry.
During the two weeks when he had his cast, he lugged markers around, and collected enough autographs and drawings to fill up the cast from people who wished him well.
And when the time came to visit the orthopaedic specialist at his clinic, this boy looked a little sad that he was going to say goodbye to his armour which he has grown to like a lot.
But the time has come.
And goodbye it was.
We witnessed the entire cast removal as a family, and when Dr Wong was done and this picture was taken, we were like, Good to have your arm back, Nat, and to be able to feel your skin instead of having you whack us all with your fibreglass cast when you had it.
We all suffered quite a bit of bruising and soreness, as you can tell from our happiness.
But I think the little boy doesn’t feel this way.
The look on his face says it all. He misses it, and misses the power (of bashing someone) that came with it.
Excuse me, son. Don’t start getting ideas now of how to get a cast back on your arm again, thank you very much.