So I slipped on the ice on Wednesday afternoon. The results were three ankle bones snapped, five days in the hospital, ten screws, one plate, and one major surgery. I had never broken a bone, had a cavity, major wound, or a baby, so this has been my introduction to pain. I’m told that this is one of the most painful breaks and corrective surgeries one can experience.

I’m mostly OK, though, and have been in very good spirits. Mister Boyfriend has been absolutely wonderful ever since he lifted me up onto the gurney. I couldn’t ask for a more attentive or sweeter partner. My family has sent phone calls and beautiful flowers. And all of you have been wonderful too - your comments cheered me up so much when Jeff printed them off and brought them to me. Thank you for all of your kind thoughts.

I’m sure I’ll tell the tale of all this more fully later. As it was all happening, I was hyper-aware and thinking of phrasing and paragraphs and whatnot. (How weird is that?) Now, I'm thinking of soup and another Darvocet. And then maybe a nap.