The gym sock on my arm - Macleans.ca

The gym sock on my arm

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When I broke my arm for the first time, back in grade five, having a cast was almost fun. All of my friends signed it. I got out of gym class. And I didn’t have to do the dishes for over a month.

But after breaking my arm again, two weeks ago, I now think casts are kind of like snow. In other words, only people under the age of ten think they’re fun.

Being stuck with this cement tube on my arm until mid-December feels kind of like wearing the same pair of socks for six weeks. After a few days, they both smell kind of funny.