An Update from Joe McTaggart (edited for brevity).
Good ol’ number one wife, Connie, whilst cavorting with the grandkids, pulverized her left femur. That really is the word for it, pulverized. You know the old saying, “Effn she wuz a horse, we’d a hadda find a smaller jockey or maybe even take the saddle all the way off!”
The sports medicine Em-Dees at Kaiser are plugging in a brand new top half of her left femur. They took out the shards of the old bone and fed them to the watch dog that lives in the Operating Room.
Seems to me that the biggest problem will be getting Connie to walk around some. Just helping her out of bed is like peeling an abalone off a rock.
Crazy! The seven year old grand daughter wonders what happened. She says, “I fall down two or three times a day. How did Grammie get hurt?” When a three foot tall kid falls, she starts about halfway down to the ground by comparison to a tall adult. Kids, of course, are made out of rubber.
