What I'd much rather be doing ... |
My first afternoon home from hospital — without much food — I made myself a peanut butter sandwich. My mistake was putting it on a glass plate. It brought back horrible memories of throwing quick food into plastic containers and chucking those into a tote bag so that I could double crutch it back to the couch to eat. That went on for months.
This time I was on two crutches for five days, which were mostly spent in hospital. I am very thankful for the speediness of this recovery. My leg is still bruised up in spots — a nice yellowy purplish color.
It's not surprising though, considering they way they banged (and I mean banged) the pin out. I was awake during the last part of the surgery. The sound of my skin being stapled closed was odd.
One more appointment in three weeks and that should be the end of it, I guess ... until the next injury!
One must work hard but play harder.
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