Elbowed out

Helga, she-wolf radiology technician of the SS, took her sweet time with me today at the hospital. In a mere 30 minutes, she had me grimacing, cursing, gasping, and clawing at the ceiling in agony, under the pretext of "positioning" my arm for better x-ray shots.

The bottom line is that I have a fractured elbow and do not expect to play the fiddle again for at least six weeks. This will be a test of will for me. I will be tempted to start earlier than that, but wish to avoid long-term damage, so probably won't risk it.