Owner’s Manual

So I’m walking to my car on Saturday morning one moment, and the next moment, I’m sprawled on the ground, screaming like a little girl.  I fell victim to the dreaded “black ice” on a seasonably warm morning and wasn’t being careful – it was my walk way after all, I’ve zipped through that little maze a thousand times without incident.

I knew the moment I landed that something was broken.  I have never broken a bone before but everyone at the hospital said what a “good job” I did.  Three fractures – two to the tibia and one to the fibula, one steel rod, and lots of pain killers later, I’m flat on my back at home, thinking of all the blogging time I’ll have for the next couple weeks. 

After surgery