The consequences.

A while ago I posted a whiny complaint about the itchiness of my ankle. All cast-wearers are given stern lectures about not shoving stuff into the cast to scratch, and everyone I've met since having the cast has mentioned shoving stuff in there to scratch. They are bad listeners. I, however, am not.

After seeing how large the incision lines were I'm too scared to put something long in the cast. I'm afraid I'll catch the end of something on the scar and rip it open. The thought makes me mildly sick to my stomach and I know the real thing would make me violently ill, and it would probably get infected and nasty and then I'd be in this mess a lot longer than necessary. So, I never put anything in the cast. That is, except for my fingers.

(Please try to refrain from saying "that's what she said" in your head while reading this post. There is a lot of talk of "shoving things in there" and it's just too easy.)

See, as I mentioned before, the cast is a little loosey-goosey. I can fit almost my entire hand in from the top and a few fingers in from the bottom. (That's what she said). And although I have tried to just rub it, I apparently wasn't successful in controlling myself. (That's what she said). I know this because the other day I was touching the top of my foot just a few inches into the cast when I noticed I had some sort of skin issue. I had to peel the fabric lining of the cast out of what I can only guess was a scab of some sorts. It's too far into the cast for me to be able to take a photo with my phone and see it, and I certainly can't get my head down there (That's what she said) so I have to guess. This means that not only did I scratch my foot, I tore the skin. Not good.

I'm feeling very hopeful that when they take the cast off there won't be a swath of green fungus growing from a pus-spewing wound. No guarantees, though, unfortunately.