Finally. Doc has said I can fly! Got a new cast yesterday, designed to allow for swelling at high altitudes.
So I'm finally (14 days after injury) getting to go home to my Oregon Coast and to My Beloved.
But just now realizing that I can't get my uniform on over my cast. Yikes.
I could get crabby about that and smoke about it...IF I still thought that smoking would somehow make my uniform go on over the cast. Funny how I used to think that smoking would fix things!
No. I'll just fly home in street clothes like a real person. And EAT that crab when I get there!