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REALLY SO WHAT
What A Time
DOCTORS AND BROKEN THINGS
but it was the third time my arm had been broken in two
months.
Mom didn’t like the idea of a splint, but her objections fell on
deaf ears. Dr. Cox said I’d have to let air get to the arm. It
had been bound up too long.
He was a surgeon, and had gotten his reputation and nick
name because of his radically new operational techniques. A
small incision in the abdomen instead of the usual long smile
from one side of the hip to the other. Women loved him.
Three ruckus weeks later my frenzied mother had my splint
taken off.
There would never be any more broken bones. I suppose I
knew my left side from my right by then, but if I didn’t from
that time forward I would.
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