Well... here comes the next year.

Why have I been gone for so long?

That's why. I broke my tibia and fibula bones. And cracked my foot joint. So my foot wasn't attached to anything but a couple of tendons and some cartilage. It's been a rough little while here. It really has been.
I'm now in a cast. And will remain in one for up to 8 months. My foot is filled with metal plates and bolts to act as bone supports. I can't walk, I can't bathe on my own, I can't eat on my own. I can't do anything. This 2 second fall has now cost me almost a year of independence. Unreal. All because the Town of Strathmore didn't sand their bike path. So I slipped on some black ice and broke my leg.

I'm in so much pain. And all I want to do is walk to my mail box then have a shower. Neither of which I can do. And the worst part?! I have two dogs. They need to be walked. I can't walk them. Not with crutches. Fuck. Fuck. Shit. Damn.

On the way home from the hospital, the vibrations of the truck made their way into the metal plates and the pain, my god, it was excruciating. So now I'm on some drugs and I plan on curling up in the fetal position and staying there for a while.

All I want to do is shower.
Ugh.
At least I'll get a lot of painting done. Why? Because I can't do anything else!