OVERCOMING ADVERSITY
On February 13, 2005, in a rookie move, “the bulletproof one” fell down some stairs and fractured my port femur. Interestingly, I was more disappointed that my right paw wasn't strong enough to stop my rapid descent, only slow it.
Like I said, it was a rookie move. Holding the handrail and a bottle of liquid laundry detergent simultaneously, and the momentum blew through my fine motor skills required to release the bottle and maintain a supportive grip on the railing.
So, I returned to Methodist hospital, and rehab, part II. They used 3 screws and some duct tape to secure the femur. The following day I ate lunch in a chair, modern medicine is pretty amazing.
Because of the memories of my previous rehab, I was really intimidated, until I realized "Hey, I've been here, done that!” Every rehab is different, but I've had a taste. So bring it on!
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