Emergence

I'll just cut to the fun stuff: after an hour of left-handed sawing and wrenching with a mini knife I bought mainly as a bottle opener, the cast is off without bloodshed save for a few knuckle scrapes on my left hand. Right arm is pallid and tender, and I'll be wearing a wrist brace for a while (bones don't heal as quickly as they did 20 years ago), but at least I can type and shower.

The funny part was walking around trying to find a mechanic who would let me use some tin snips, or who would simply volunteer a small saw, to separate the novelty attention-getter from the farang, who is suddenly just shy of invisible.