I knew it.

She gave me an effing brace. I told her I won't wear it. She said, well can you sleep in it? And I said yeah prolly. She said that was fine.

Oh, and re; the fat wrist jibe: as a matter of interest, she couldn't FIND a brace small enough for my slender, delicate, one might almost say SKELETAL, wrist.

So eff you.