Of A Shattered Hip
Waiting on the X-Rays. Around 12:30 pm I don’t like going to the doctor. It’s like going to a place to see what you’re going to die from. At least that’s how I thought about the trip yesterday when I made the appointment to see a physician. I don’t expect this to be all that serious. I expect they’ll ask me questions and either take pictures or set me up with an appointment at a hospital to take pictures of my hip and leg. This is the first time I’ve been to Banner Health Care, so I don’t really know what they do there. The things that I cook up in my brain. I had the idea I’d just pull all the damage out of my leg, and it would straighten out, but after all this time and effort in trying, I’m realizing it may need surgery. The motherfucker simply will not straighten , the left on that is. I did straighten out my right leg. It isn’t as strong or as flexible as it used to be, but it no longer looks like a zigzag like my left leg does. I’m not happy about this whole situation, to s