It was a cruel April Fool's joke my daughter played on her cast today. Telling it everything was going to be fine, nothing to worry about. Instead, of course, the people at the Orthopedists' office cut off the cast entirely. And replaced it with a funky brace. Means she can now probably get up & down the stairs (with great difficulty, but it's better than not at all). Physical therapy on her shoulder, which was on for the upcoming week, has been pushed back to next week.

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