Thursday, April 11, 2013
That right there . . .
. . . is my niece's broken ankle. Her husband sent me that picture last night. Not her best angle right now, I think we can all agree.
It's a bad break. She slipped on a patch of black ice yesterday morning when she was out running, and THIS is how the Universe rewarded her desire to be all fit and healthy. The Universe, I have discovered, has a very dark sense of humor.
Anyway. I'm thinking of her as she goes into surgery today. I'm also reminded of my broken wrist days which were far more trying than I would have expected, the lasting legacy of which is that I still use my left hand more than my right hand, even though I am allegedly right-handed.
Good luck, Doll. We love you.