

YOU CAN NOT GET UP
I often think about the nurse whose hand I nearly crushed. The young man wrapping my leg afterward, watching tears run down my face, unable to do anything but tell me I had done a great job.
I stayed the night. Early the next morning, emergency surgery. Screws, a plate, bolted back together.
Two nights in that






























































.jpg)
%20%20(300%20x%20300%20px)-3.png)




%20(1).png)



