This is the absolute truth. I just came home from getting a cortisone shot in my elbow -- not the first, not the last. There in the waiting room was a young guy -- I'd say 18 to 20 -- with what looked like an older family member, maybe his grandfather(?) The kid was in reasonably good spirits. But BOTH of his arms were in casts that stretched from wrist to elbow. His fingers stuck out and he had a little control of them. At one point he stood and took the longest, most tedious, time to get his handkerchief out of his back pocket. Reasonably, grandpa didn't try to help. But I had all sorts of fantasies about what I could be helping this little hunk to do in "these trying times." (Poor baby)