Hey folks, can we make this about me for just one minute.
I’ve told about everything that has ever happened in my life. Almost. Every near miss and every clear hit.
Miraculously I’ve never had a broken bone. In my story about going for the Army draft physical I told about crushing my foot. There we no bone fractures. The bones had what Dr. Allen called radial cracks, I think. There were bones that had longitudinal cracks but nothing fractured, if that makes sense. He bandaged my foot but no cast. That was when I was 18.
Then when I was in my 30’s I started having a pain in my left foot. I went to a podiatrist. When he did X-rays there several bones that had the same longitudinal cracking in them. I’m not sure if it was the same bones that never healed, but it seems likely they were.
He put my foot in a cast. It wasn’t a plaster cast like I had anyways seen, but instead it was fiberglas. I was familiar with the only plaster casts because Kenny had several broken bones when we were kids. I remember him whining about how much it itched down inside the cast.
I saw what he had complained about within minutes of leaving the doctors office. It was driving me insane.
I went home and decided to cut the cast off of my foot. Before I was finally able to free myself from the cast the doctor had put me in, I had broken every knife and every pair of scissors in the house.
Madeline was not happy with me. Not for breaking all the cutlery or for not follow doctors orders. She thought it was the craziest thing anyone could do to start cutting a cast off within minutes of getting it put on. But I could tell that she had never worn a cast.
When the doctors office kept calling because I never went back to get the cast taken off I didn’t know what to tell them. We kept telling them we’d have Mr. Lewis call them. One day when they called, I answered. I told them I was sorry to inform them that their patient was my dad and had been killed in a car wreck and I thought they buried him with the cast on.
We never heard another word from the foot doctor.
One thought on “Never A Broken Bone”
Yes those plaster casts itch something fierce,,,back in ’78 I tore and/or stretched several ligaments in my left knee by playing co-ed softball. Once I saw my primary doctor the next morning he sent me to a orthopedic surgeon at St.David’s 32 St hospital.
After surgery he wrapped my leg from ankle to hip with it shaped like an fishhook….for the next 8 weeks it sat like a albatross …used a large trash bag wrapped so I could shower…getting dressed an adventure….didn’t do the suggested leg lift exercises so my leg atrophied and the itch started about 3>4 weeks in…used a coat hanger to scratch…when it was sawn off, my leg was a toothpick and the stench was unbelievable…knock a maggot off a gut wagon as the saying goes….I think plaster casts are a thing from the past…haven’t seen one in years…
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