What else are we going to abuse!?

So here's what it means to break your arm.
At Windsor they took of my ice and the makeshift splint to x-ray me, then they sent me to the Christie on University, where I held my arm and waited for an hour with all the old folks with osteoporosis before they put me in a room. Then I waited another hour to find out that my ulna WASN'T fine,, it was bent, and that I may actually have some permanent deformity. Great. Then I got a splint and found out how hard it was to get dressed, or pee, and slept that night with the arm still bent.
The next day I waited three and a half hours for anasthetic and attention. They just put me in this room and left me on the gurney for a while, and then finally they put suckers on my back and put me out through the hellacious IV inmy wrist.
When I awoke I learned that they had run a metal wire all through the inside of my radius. And that was cool, but they also ran a little outside through my skin and just left about half an inch sticking out there under the splint. Now when I move a little weird I can feel it. Showering means putting a plastic bag over my arm and taping it to my skin to make it waterproof. Then I wash myself with one hand while I balance my arm on shit. When I use the bathroom I wash the one hand with itself. Really. I'm not complaining or anything, I just figured you guys would see the humor in this. Like right now. My arm is fucking tired after all that. Fuck.