It's been fun, but the cast comes off tomorrow. Gone are the days of sitting in the shower, hobbling around, stinky toes, getting laughed at. No longer will small children cry at the sight of my horribly disfigured leg. Say goodbye to the gentle wafting aroma of six-week-unwashed foot. Break out the right shoes. Sound the trumpets. Come 9:30 tomorrow morning, I will no longer be a slave to the unyielding tyranny of blue fiberglass.
Yes, we can.
4 comments:
get ready for six weeks of dead skin to molt off. SICK.
you put your right foot in......you take your right foot out..........then you shake it all about
I just started a slow clap by myself
Hey now you get to shave your legs! Wait...no! But still congrats!
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