Words have a way of sticking in my brain. Goes with the territory, I suppose. “Shattered” is the word the surgeon used. A versatile word, when the X-rays come back and your life falls apart in a matter of seconds. My ankle is broken, my heel bone shattered. Surgery as soon as possible. Six to eight weeks before I can walk again. Months of physical thera…
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