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Rosanna was the iconic businesswoman of the 1980's. She was a native Londoner but flew across the pond on the state of the art Concorde to New York City for business on Wall Street.

Nothing could slow her down, even an accident on the squash courts that broke her shoulder when she slammed into the corner trying to keep a volley alive. She was super competitive, even in the health club she had originally joined just for social status and to make business deals. The accident landed her in a massive plaster cast from waist to her right hand, covering her abdomen and both breasts. The orthopaedic specialist said that the cast would be necessary for three months minimum and she'd be laid up for at least the first four weeks. Rosanna's stubbornness and dedication to her job motivated her to tell him that she would be back to work in one and, true to her word, she was.

It was fortunate that oversized blazers were in style for women because Rosanna found that she could manage to pull one over her cast and button the front to conceal as much as possible. A blouse or other shirt was impossible, but accessories like a neck scarf kept her as close to her usual style as possible. Formal attire of a dress was maintained with some kind of shawl or shrug over her shoulders to cover as much as possible of her dreadful cast she hated.

Her mother tried to get her to take it easy one Sunday over tea at her house while back in the UK. She told Rosanna about the accident that caused her to lose her eye and left her with a broken leg after a Beatles concert when she was younger. She didn't speak from experience about taking it easy, having gone back to work as a cashier and waitress with a long leg walking cast as soon as she could.

Rosanna couldn't be slowed - as much as it seemed like the world was trying to. A coked out Ted Danson lookalike was hitting on her at the airport bar while she was waiting for her flight and set the leg of a bar stool right onto her foot when he scooted it closer to her. She didn't think much of it until he sat down and she felt a sharp pain in her foot. A trip to the hospital meant she would miss her flight and the investor meeting in NYC, so she tossed back a scotch and soda with a few pain pills, slept on the flight and limped to the meeting. Her foot throbbed and she had the car service take her to the hospital. After x-rays, she was told that her foot needed a cast but they could make it a walking cast since crutches were out of the question with her shoulder spica.

A SLWC with toe spica and rubber walking heel was applied and she was advised to stay off of it for a few days minimum, then return to work as her comfort allowed. She was annoyed by being spoken to that way and irritated that she had so much work to make up.

Fortunately, her company had provided her with a new tool called a cellular phone that would let her make calls on the go from anywhere in the city. She needed to return messages from her pager and dialled and talked as she strode through the city streets from the hospital to her high-rise apartment building. Her mind was so focused on work, trying to close a deal she'd been working on since her last visit to NYC, that she didn't see the Datsun making a turn into the crosswalk.

(Story by Recaster)

Description

Rosanna was the iconic businesswoman of the 1980's. She was a native Londoner but flew across the pond on the state of the art Concorde to New York City for business on Wall Street.

Nothing could slow her down, even an accident on the squash courts that broke her shoulder when she slammed into the corner trying to keep a volley alive. She was super competitive, even in the health club she had originally joined just for social status and to make business deals. The accident landed her in a massive plaster cast from waist to her right hand, covering her abdomen and both breasts. The orthopaedic specialist said that the cast would be necessary for three months minimum and she'd be laid up for at least the first four weeks. Rosanna's stubbornness and dedication to her job motivated her to tell him that she would be back to work in one and, true to her word, she was.

It was fortunate that oversized blazers were in style for women because Rosanna found that she could manage to pull one over her cast and button the front to conceal as much as possible. A blouse or other shirt was impossible, but accessories like a neck scarf kept her as close to her usual style as possible. Formal attire of a dress was maintained with some kind of shawl or shrug over her shoulders to cover as much as possible of her dreadful cast she hated.

Her mother tried to get her to take it easy one Sunday over tea at her house while back in the UK. She told Rosanna about the accident that caused her to lose her eye and left her with a broken leg after a Beatles concert when she was younger. She didn't speak from experience about taking it easy, having gone back to work as a cashier and waitress with a long leg walking cast as soon as she could.

Rosanna couldn't be slowed - as much as it seemed like the world was trying to. A coked out Ted Danson lookalike was hitting on her at the airport bar while she was waiting for her flight and set the leg of a bar stool right onto her foot when he scooted it closer to her. She didn't think much of it until he sat down and she felt a sharp pain in her foot. A trip to the hospital meant she would miss her flight and the investor meeting in NYC, so she tossed back a scotch and soda with a few pain pills, slept on the flight and limped to the meeting. Her foot throbbed and she had the car service take her to the hospital. After x-rays, she was told that her foot needed a cast but they could make it a walking cast since crutches were out of the question with her shoulder spica.

A SLWC with toe spica and rubber walking heel was applied and she was advised to stay off of it for a few days minimum, then return to work as her comfort allowed. She was annoyed by being spoken to that way and irritated that she had so much work to make up.

Fortunately, her company had provided her with a new tool called a cellular phone that would let her make calls on the go from anywhere in the city. She needed to return messages from her pager and dialled and talked as she strode through the city streets from the hospital to her high-rise apartment building. Her mind was so focused on work, trying to close a deal she'd been working on since her last visit to NYC, that she didn't see the Datsun making a turn into the crosswalk.

(Story by Recaster)