No. #0589_04 - My wife’s legs, Santa Cruz, California. October of 2017.
In September of 2017 I broke my leg, again.
The left one this time, thus bringing my hardware count to a total of 2 plates, 9 screws and a 12 inch rod. It was not my finest moment. We live and learn. I learned that day I am decidedly brittle.
Joanna and I rented a little place in Santa Cruz in October, back in the redwoods up in the hills. I spent a day hobbling around on crutches trying not to fall over. Of course, I fell.
It was decided that my time would be better spent in the bath and not attempting to navigate the cabin. I didn’t argue.
So I spent a long weekend in a claw foot tub, self medicating with Jack Daniel’s and percocet, a sort of last gasp before I had to return to teaching in person.
It wasn’t all bad, I love a good claw foot tub.