7 Weeks

May 11- And Trent's cast is off. He had anxiously waited for this day for weeks,but I don't think he expected it to be such a stressful experience. He was a little concerned about the saw used to cut his cast off, especially since the nurse had to try several times in different spots to cut it all the way through and the sight of his arm being so skinny and frail looking was almost enough to send him over the edge. As we walked back to the holding room (for lack of a better term) to wait to talk to the Dr, Trent informed me he was feeling ill and might need a bathroom. I had him lay down and breathe slowly and deeply. He was really shook up, but thankfully did not end up needing a bathroom. He cried a little as we were leaving to go to our car, but it didn't take him long to start feeling a little more optimistic. A Sprite from Sonic and a trip to Kyle's was just what he needed to get his mind off of his current state.

On a good note, the Dr said his bones had healed nicely and everything looked good. He just asked that Trent were a brace on his wrist during periods of activity for the next four weeks. Trent has gotten so used to having something on his arm that he's glad to wear the brace.