The rigidness, the size of it, the perfect whiteness. I was falling in love with the feeling of the cast on my leg as I looked at it propped up on the couch. I was able to close most of it, and went back to the living room. I decided that it was just my imagination and pulled the shade closed and it rippled. As I hopped to close the shades I noticed someone across the alley looking at my apartment. Well after hopping around the apartment it was about now that I realized I hadn’t closed the shades in the room, but who would want to look in? I thought. I tried not to put any weight on the cast as I rested my leg, but must have before it was dried because there was in indentation on the heel. It was about now that I realized I should probably have gotten some crutches because I felt a little awkward trying to hop around the apartment. I immediately felt the plaster heating up, and my foot and ankle becoming more rigid. I put a lot of padding on this time trying to be careful about getting enough on I probably used too much, then I really loaded on the plaster rolls from my toes to my knee. When I cam home that night I immediately began preparing for my little cast adventure.
#Body cast how to
Thinking about what I had done wrong the night before, and how to make the cast better and more comfortable. The next day as I spent my day at work I was planning how I would put a Short cast on my leg. It took almost 40 minutes to get my arm out of this thing, but I finally did, and began planning the next cast. Reluctantly I cut it off, and next time I had better plan for cutting the cast off. Because it had not dried, it began to stretch out around the top of my arm and by the time I decided I wanted to sleep with it, it was killing me by pinching my upper arm, and being too tight in other places. I was so proud of myself, and definitely did not use enough rolls, not gave it enough time to dry and began parading around my apartment trying to do things with my arm in a cast. I finally found it, and proceeded to make the worlds crudest and probably ugliest long arm cast. I wrapped my arm quickly in padding, and proceeded to plunge the plaster into my sink filled with water and promptly lost the end of the roll. Reading the directions quickly I tore open the first package of plaster. There in front of me was my way to get the casts that I always wanted without having to injure myself, and which I could enjoy in the privacy of my own space.
My heart was beating a mile a minute as I opened the box. A plain brown box which I quickly scooped up and took inside. Finally the day came about a week later when I got home, and there it was. I’ll never forget coming back to my apartment each day looking for my delivery, and being disappointed when it had not arrived. I wasn’t even sure what I needed to order, but trying to sound confident ordered a roll of padding, and a box or plaster 3″ bandages. I summoned all my nerve, and placed my first order, half expecting to be asked for some additional information, or why I needed these supplies, but surprisingly, no-one asked anything. There on the pages before me were not only all different sorts of braces, but plaster bandages that you could actually buy. Well, once I finished High school and moved on my own, I rediscovered my passion for casts when I received a catalogue in the mail that was intended for someone else. But I had felt the thrill of having a cast, and I wanted more. They asked me if my elbow hurt, but I was not smart enough to say yes, and try to get a long arm cast I sort of felt jipped, you know short changed by the whole incident. Only a hairline fracture and all I got was a short arm cast. In junior High school someone threw a door into my arm and jammed it and I popped a bone in my wrist. Unfortunately I was naïve, and didn’t know enough about orthopaedics, and wound up with an ace bandage type of wrap, and not even crutches. I remember throwing myself down the stairs in an attempt to break my leg, to no avail, and playing up the injury to get a cast. I did everything I could to just be near her and perhaps brush up against that large bulky cast. That alone was a turn-on, but when it turned out that she needed surgery and showed up in a body cast. I remember vividly the girl in High school, who had scoliosis, and had to wear that Milwaukee back Brace for so many years.
The attention that the casted person got was incredible, and I wanted to be at the centre of that attention. Growing up all I could ever think about was getting a cast.
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