I know it's been a while since I've checked in with you.
It makes me laugh to excuse myself saying, "I have a broken arm" because when I was a child my mother used to ask, "What's wrong with you? Do you have a broken arm?"
Actually, my doctor is some kind of special. He has gone out of his way to find extra information to make my life better. Also, the staples are gone and, although I have to be careful, I get to return to my new part time job. Since Ms. Osa goes with me, this will be happy.
I am so excited about the future, that the arm just seems to highlight all the good things in my world.
I'd enjoy hearing from you.