I'm like a two year old who needs help using the toilet. I can't balance myself and manage to pull up or down my underwear or jean shorts to use the toilet.
It's undignified. I'm humbled. I'm humiliated.
Tuesday, September 23, 2014
Thursday, September 18, 2014
How I Fractured My Leg Part III
Coming home from the ER with a leg fractured in two places and using crutches for the first time was unsettling to say the least. I'm wobbly and just a little dizzy. Thursday, September 11, 2014
How I Fractured My Leg in Two Places: Part Two
The other day's blog post, I left off with me on a gurney in the ER and the two EMTs exchanging information about my vitals with an in-take nurse.
Wednesday, September 10, 2014
How I fractured my leg in two places, part one
A woman's hysterical scream cuts through the song of crickets and katydids filtering in the open bedroom windows on a cool late summer night.
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