Beanie and I are a lot alike! I told Jenny that the other day and was rewarded with a hearty snort. Actually, she said, "Trust me dear, you're no where close to Beanie Wells, and you can quote me on that one." (So there, I have!)

It's true though. Two weeks ago, Beanie was rehabbing like crazy desperately wanting to shed his shackles and thinking he would see the field. Of course he didn't, and hasn't still. Two weeks ago today my cast was to come off, my pins pulled out, and like Beanie, I thought I would go like a house afire. Fat chance! My cast did come off, only to reveal a wrist and fingers locked up tighter than the Buckeye's game plan and straighter than Jim Tressel's sweater vest. Like Beanie, I have spent two weeks in therapy, where progress it seems is measured in movements the width of a pencil point. I made huge progress last Saturday when I passed a milestone. I could actually pick up a paper cup without excruciating pain. (Not without pain, just not the excruciating kind!)

I was back to see Doc today and the x-ray's showed "I was doing great!" (I wonder what lousy would feel like?) He is "95% sure" the mend is not going to fall apart. Translated that means more weeks in the soft cast and more visits to my highly capable therapist Joan. (How could such a nice lady delight in inflicting so much torture, and be so good at it?) But, I've hopefully dodged the second surgery he was worried about! As they say, no pain, no gain and if it moves this thing along, I am more than happy to submit to every thing Joan can throw at me now that the doctor has turned her loose. Good luck Beanie....I'll race you to the discharge...after all, as I said we're a lot alike.

When I came and told Jenny the good news, she shrugged and said, "We'll I guess you are like Beanie after all. You're both probable!"