by Thai
It was the summer of my freshman year, the Stankos asked me if I wanted to go out on the boat with them. I had just come back from California and I had a broken arm. It wasn’t one of those waterproof casts, just the regular, can’t get wet, smelly cast. So, I just decided to wrap my arm up in a plastic bag and then used a whole roll of duck-tape to keep the cast less wet. It was my turn, the first time I had ever attempted to try to wakeboard. I am trying to pull myself up out of water, then stand on it while getting pulled thirty miles an hour, with my weak hand! Everyone had a laugh but not once I remembered that once these casts get wet, it could make my arm peal like an onion. So Mrs. Stanko whipped out the super-duty scissors, and it only took us thirty minutes to cut it off. My cast was only off three week ahead of the due date, it healed by itself but showed me to never judge a doctor’s opinion.
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