Lois and Marcia went to sit with Vernon today. I got a text from Lois letting me know Vernon was out of his cast. Yes, the brand new fiberglass cast just put on yesterday. Don’t those things usually have to be CUT off? I have no idea how he did it.
But Lois told me not to worry about infection—good thing too as it looks like there is no way to keep his arm covered. She also sent this photo, with a note she’d found his old “splint” on the floor by his chair.
I asked him over the phone about it. “I squeezed my arm out,” he said. Simples.
When I called the care home later, I was told that the nurse there had tried to wrap Vernon’s arm in the old bandages this morning. It was off before his dialysis session even started. I asked her how he got out of the blue cast. She just said: “Vernon has a lot more time on his hands than the rest of us. The only thing he has to occupy himself with is getting out of that cast.”
Hmmm…interesting. It gave him something to do. Well, I guess the cast proved to be valuable in that way. As long as they’ll be watching closely for infection and open sutures, I won’t worry. After all, there is something to be said for the brain of an escape artist. Vernon reminds me of my favorite animal of all, the Octopus. Another brilliant creature.