"Yes," I replied, "For some reason the cast really bothered my thumb."
With the second cast, I whined to my doctor about my thumb. I was persistent enough that he cooperatively cut the cast material narrower between the thumb and finger, the thumb's webbing. He did it reluctantly, because it took extra time and meticulous work.
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| Mom's 1959 Easter brimmed-hat Not as wide as Melania's April 2018 brim |
It is confession time... I sucked my fingers, big time. Not only that, the unusual and creative form used was like no other child's on the planet. Now, it is finally coming back to bite. Visualize two pipe cleaners twisted into one; that is how I overlapped and crammed a then-pliable index finger and a thumb into my mouth. At the same time. And most of the time. To self-soothe (there were issues), probably 'til I was 40! Childhood is aiming a well-timed nudge or horse-buck at me.
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| Wrist exercises done at the ballpark? Of course! |
Milestone or marker #1: Last night at the Springfield Cardinals game I clapped; gingerly. Many times. And the clapping sounds were faint and heard by no one else, but I did it.Take away an endearing expression or skill, and when it returns, the feeling is unimaginable (surprise, joy, even soothing).
....and, take away for 25 years a sibling that is still living, and an impossible reunion seeming even remotely possible ...


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