How Lucky is She.

 I took Divine to get her cast put on. She was visibly [and audibly] nervous.

 Once she got the splint taken off she couldn't stop scratching her arm. The first doctor told her to stop. I thought, "this is the last time she'll be able to scratch her arm for 5 weeks!"

 I had some time to work on a bracelet.  Divine commented, "You're still making those?" like it was a crime.  Or maybe she just meant it's been such a long time since I've worked on one.  Either way, the waiting I anticipated was rather unexpectedly truncated, so it didn't progress as much as I had hoped.

 I was more impressed with the cast tech than anyone else we met that day [and there were quite a few].  He even made Divine giggle, something about not doing anything to break her other arm, or just think about having to use the bathroom with two casts instead of just one.

 He did an absolutely impeccable job at both the cast and putting Divine at ease.

 The best part?  They have black. and. white. striped.

 I did not even tell Divine what to get. I think I've already engrained on my children the drastic nature of color themes in our family.

 And that arm just might fit into her dress now.  Plus she can bend it.

We are happy.