And that folks, is why I chose HIM…

“Just so you know, if they tell me I have to amputate the arm to save my life, I’m not going to fight them.”

David doesn’t even pause.   “Damned straight, you’re not.  That sucker’s coming off!”

“For the first little while, until I have a proper prosthetic, I’ll have arm proxies.  Like when I have to go shopping, and something needs two arms.  I’ll just have to rely upon the kindness of strangers, like say, the really cute stock boys at No Frills.”

“You’ll be able to use it for sympathy too, at other social settings.  Someone’ll ask you, ‘Hey can you pass me the salt?’    ‘No!’ sob ‘I can’t!’    ‘I’m so sorry, let me get it myself and pay for your dinner as well!’ “

“Ooooh!  Ooooh!  When I have to have this arm amputated, you can set me up with a good robotic arm, right?” I ask.

“You betcha.  Articulated fingers – the whole deal.  You’ll have the Swiss Army Knife of prosthetics.  Attachments galore!”

“And I’ll be all… ‘Here let me get that can for you’, and then I’ll CRUSH that can with my powerful robotic hand.  ‘Sorry, you mere mortal – you can’t do that because you just have a regular arm!’ “

“Is this a pop can or a can of diced tomatoes?  Because I can already do that with a pop can.”

“Diced tomatoes, of course!  Oh, I’ll need a can opener attachment for the arm too.”

“Yes.”

“And a hook!  I’ll definitely need one of those!  You know, for when I want to be fancy.”

“Diamond-encrusted?”

“Hell, yeah…”

“You do realize that the x-ray and ultrasound are probably only going to show some tendon damage, right?”

“I want to be prepared.  I’m all about the bright side.”