T-Rex is known for a couple of things: being old and having tiny arms. In addition to the arms being small, the range of motion was minimal and they appeared to come directly out of their chest. Sounds a lot like my arm.
While in the sling, all people can see (besides my incision and intense upper arm bruising) is my hand, which is essentially coming out of my chest due to the manner in which my arm/sling is elevated. Unlike T-Rex, I don’t use it to hang on to my prey, I just move it around occasionally to ensure blood flow and attempt to wave hello and goodbye with it.
Sleepless and I were running errands the other day when, at the liquor store, they failed to ID us. Sleepless was quite offended and mentioned it to me when we got to the car. “You are with a girl with grey roots and a sling. No way they’re IDing me. Plus, if you look 35 and older they don’t ID,” I advised. “That is just rude,” she replied.
It is rude, but it also rude that T-Rex came about just before dinosaurs became extinct. Hopefully, I won’t be extinct soon. I mean, I know I am t-wrecked, but I’m no T-Rex. For starters, I hate running…..