Home briefly, arm in the first of nine casts. Remnants of the jacket, the left sleeve cut open by the paramedics. Then I was back in the hospital, arm packed in ice, healing as if my suspended arm was being boiled and remolded. I never slept longer than a few minutes at a time. I was given shots of Demerol every 90 minutes with Tylenol#3 every 30 minutes. I felt a strange serenity, as if knowing I would one day use the arm again. The night after this photo was taken, a Lithuanian man in the bed next to me died and his body wasn't claimed for eight hours.
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