Experience Equals Knowledge

Or so I’m told.

About a month ago, I fell through my sisters porch.  I’ve already told you that.  What you don’t know is that I did need surgery.  On top of the dislocation that the hospital was able to fix, I needed plates and screws to fix the broken bones.  The plate went on my fibula along with a couple screws, a screw went in the chip on my tibia, and a screw went in the topmost bone in my ankle.  I was under for a couple hours.

I think I took all this very well considering how much of a doctor-phobe I am.  I mean, I don’t even get flu shots.

I’ve knocked a lot of things off my “Not” bucket list.  A lot of things that I hoped I’d never have to.  On the other side, I can now double Reapers because I can truthfully write about having surgery.

I’m still in a cast, but the incisions have finally healed up enough that it’s not too uncomfortable.  I’ve left my house a grand total of five times since November 19, four of which were doctor visits.  This means I haven’t worked since then either.  My introversion rejoices at that, but it also means it’s going to be a pain when I have to start talking to people again.

That being said, if any of you would like to ask me a couple questions about surgery or being put under, I’d try to answer as best I could.  Drop me a line if you want.

Life put me into a full stop.  What’s it done to you lately?