*off topic*
Horrible observation. People who end up with metal plates supporting badly broken bones often feel cold literally, in their bones. A son had a good friend, D, sort of a sad kid (at my house all the time for many years), who broke his arm bones very badly in his early 20s. Had to have some screws to fix them. Often had to work "whatever temp" jobs to make ends meet; those were often garbage/recycling truck jobs, outside, in a cold winter here. Committed suicide in his late 20s; this was part of it. Cold is so awful. Dog and I went for a walk on a quiet part of the rail trail this evening. I was equipped except I forgot my headband. As we walked headfirst into a cold drizzle/snow, I thought of Chanie Wenjack.