I can’t handle wearing this damn cast anymore. Both my knees ache because of the stress and awkwardness of the cast and I can’t even feel my toes. So if anything the cast is doing more harm than good. All my frustrations of not being able to do everything I have wanted to do in the past month has finally reached its boiling point. So I took matters in my own hands earlier this afternoon. Armed with scissors, I tried unsuccessfully to cut the damn cast off. Apparently and unfortunately, there’s no way this cast is coming off without some sort of handsaw or drill.
Then still frustrated, I went home and jumped into the shower not caring how wet the cast got. Now it feels all icky inside, and no doubt tomorrow it won’t smell so good. I’m just tired of sponge baths. I have been easy going about wearing this damn cast but I’ve had enough. There’s only so much I can take before I go completely bonkers.
Busan is so cold these days. Winter is here. My apartment isn’t much warmer than outside. I had Mr. Jo drop me off a small heater a few minutes ago. Now I am feeling warmer. Maybe I will hold my cast up to the heater so it will dry quicker. This cold weather isn’t helping my resolve to wait until the doctor says I can remove the cast. Hence, why I took a hissy fit at work today. At this point I don’t care what the xray says. On Friday the cast is coming off with or without the doctor’s blessing.