They called it an operation that they did on my left broken wrist, but there was no cutting involved. They put me under general anesthesia and manipulated the hand and arm until the bones were aligned properly. Reset the break.

After I got home, Sara told me that I told everybody in the recovery room who came anywhere near me the same thing, even if I’d just told them a minute before:

In the old days, they just gave you a shot of whiskey and a stick to bite on.

Well, they did.

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A WRITING PROMPT FROM ME TO YOU: Something is broken.

MA