. . . 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.
2 comments:
Every time I see the word surgery, I think it's sugary, which is a much happier word.
I hate how the universe does this. Also, I think you should bring your niece something sugary after her surgery. Just saying.
Dear Universe,
BAD FORM!
Said with love (and fingers crossed),
A
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