Fixing Trauma

This whole experience, from the start, has been traumatic. So today, I saw a trauma surgeon.

I honestly thought fixing the very small femur fracture would be no big deal. I was wrong. Because it is so close to my osseointegration implant, it's going to be tricky. And with it, is the possibility of another fracture.

But really, at this point, if I ever want to walk again, I am moving forward with the surgery. I get a CT scan on Monday, and my surgery is scheduled for December 13.

Friday the 13th. Maybe, considering all the bad luck I've had, it will be fortuitous day.

Today I begin the prep for Thanksgiving. I had had visions of me bustling around the kitchen on my own two feet, but instead, I will have to rely on Jerry to get things for me and to help me. Neither of us is happy about that. No question he has compassion fatigue. And I have lack of independence angst.

What I'd really like to do is get back in bed and watch reruns of the Great British Baking Show. But in reality, that would likely make me more depressed.

So I will hit the kitchen, massage butter into the turkey, and chop vegetables. And try to find my happy place, which before all this aggravation of the last couple of years happened, was always the kitchen.

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