I Can Type.

Surgeon visit was today. I should never look at a picture and assume the person will look that good, because he didn't. The surgeon wasn't nearly as hot as the picture presumed he was.

Oh, well. There were better things to worry about today. I'm getting surgery on the 15th of January. I will be in a CAST for 6 weeks.

Mom and I about this point were giving each other terrified looks of, "Holy hell. Cast 6 weeks. Might as well take the semester off if that's going on."

But then the surgeon said something that was music to my ears. "You will be able to type."

HA! So what if there's a cast? So what if I'm in it for 6 weeks? If I can type, then my problems are fairly well solved. My whole PROBLEM with this thing was not being able to function in school for 6 weeks.

I only expressed several dozen worries about other stupid things:

1. How do I wear a shirt with a cast on from elbow to wrist?
2. Middle of winter here. Freezing cold. How do I wear a COAT?
3. Showering?
4. Writing on it?
5. My major worry, being me: What if I clonk someone with it?

Of course, these problems will probably fix themselves along the way, but STILL.

I went to the orthodontist and as I had thought, the damn retainer didn't need fixing. I only snapped the right lower back section off of it and it didn't need anything. I knew this already. If I lived with the problem for 6 months already then it was probably fine.

SO, that was my long and tiring day away. Talk to y'all soon.

Ta,
Bec