A pencil splint was applied for the weekend. The following Monday, the student health center took it up a notch.
A trip to Walgreen's for a metal splint never ocurred.
Yesterday, a different doctor applied a different splint, muttering something about beads and rattles, all the while threatening follow-up surgery.
I suspect it'd help to sling a chicken about now, but I'm fresh out.
Meanwhile, I see evidence of upper body development and increased muscle mass. Someone is working on getting stronger. I guess this is what happens when one warms up with a three mile run carting a 25 pound bag of sand.
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