I was self-consciously picking at the fraying ends of my cast when a kid sat across from me. Kindergarteners had the lunchroom to themselves at my elementary school, but some of the tables were off limits, so I didn’t have to sit alone. I had brought a marker to school hopes that I could collect some signatures or drawings on my cast next to my mother’s, and I suddenly felt very foolish for having even put the marker in my pocket that morning. I wasn’t made very clear on what the guidelines of the activity were and within about five minutes I had violated the rules so badly that each member of the group complained to the teacher and asked why I had to be in their group. By the time we arrived at the school my classmates were already engaged in their second activity and I was shoehorned into one of the groups. To address the problem of the smell my mom cut slivers off a bar of soap and slid them down into the cast, and then rubbed the remainder of the soap on the outside in an attempt to cocoon the rancid smell inside of a more pleasant one. It took 30 minutes to get most of the moisture out while working to preserve the rest of the cast. I had fallen into my mom’s habit of calling these children I hadn’t yet met my “friends” already, but as the condition of my cast worsened I became deeply upset at the thought that surely I wouldn’t be able to apply that label to anyone by the time this day was over. I had sat with my mom picking out my clothes the night before I had spent a great deal of time picking out my backpack and I had become exceedingly excited to show everyone my lunchbox that had the Ninja Turtles on it. I was growing increasingly distressed – I had put as much effort as a child could into his very first day of school. As I continued to frantically rub it with the towel it began to disintegrate. When stirred by moisture like sweat it emits an odor, and apparently this odor is proportionate to the amount of moisture introduced, because soon after I began attempting to dry it I was struck by the powerful stench of rot.
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I jumped out and tore the latex shield away, but could feel that the previously rigid plaster had become soft after absorbing the water.īecause there is no way to effectively clean the area between your body and a cast, the dead skin that would normally have fallen away merely sits there. I had gotten really adept at cinching the bag myself that morning, however, perhaps due to my excitement or nervousness, I hadn’t pulled the strap tight enough and halfway through the shower I could feel water pooling inside the bag around my fingers.
The bag was built to pull tight around the opening in order to seal out any water that might otherwise destroy the cast. The cast came up a couple inches past my elbow which meant that I had to cover the entire arm with a specially-designed latex bag when I showered. It took me a bit longer to get ready in the morning due to my still-mending arm. On the first day of Kindergarten my mother had elected to drive me to school we were both nervous and she wanted to be there with me all the way up to the moment I walked into class.
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