Oh, trust me. I'm being very cautious. But I think you misunderstood what it is that I don't understand. There's a metal plate in the back of my wrist to hold those bones in place, so how is it that I'm able to bend my wrist backward, into the plate? Not why doesn't it hurt, why is it possible? (Understand, by "backward" I don't mean a long way back; there's still Ace bandages there holding the cast in place and they don't allow that much movement, and even normally my wrist wouldn't bend too far that way, nor would I want to try.)It works because most of the pain of a broken anything is the shifting of the bones. Those bones are now stabilized and not shifting, so...no (or very little) pain. And don't push it. Let the "cautious" part of that sentence be your watchword!
By the way, I seem to have missed it, again. One of these years I'll get it right.
I dunno. I also don't understand "Goth" makeup, but some people like it.For a while, it was actually considered fashionable to be as pale as a tuberculosis patient. How weird is that? Who wants to look like they're on the verge of dying?
Now you've gotten me remembering something though, but I can't quite bring it up. A story from a book, I think one I downloaded from Project Gutenberg. Kipling, maybe? A girl who doesn't know she has T.B. is much taken with a fashionable new song about a flower dying, except the song is really about T.B., and her father and doctor are hard put to keep their reactions from her. Could it have been in Puck of Pook's Hill or Rewards and Fairies?
Margret