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Fifteen years ago I was in a car accident that resulted in a broken arm. To help it heal, they put a plate and a couple screws in the bone.

Five years ago, I broke the plate and learned the bone hadn't grown back together (non-union), so they repaired it with a lighter, stronger plate. Apparently as the plates get stronger, so do I, as this plate has broken as well. (See above.)

All of this means surgery that will either A) replace the plate and screws again or B) insert a rod into the bone to make it stronger. It's called an ulnar reconstruction. I prefer any sort of surgical reconstruction be of the cosmetic variety, but oh, well.

The hardest part will be not being able to swim for a couple weeks and no yoga for at least a month. That means I will be mean as a snake and no one will want to be around me the month of January. Don't say I didn't warn you.

On another note, Friday night I met some girlfriends out for happy hour, which lasted four hours. Saturday I moped around and swore never to drink again. Saturday night was Christmas tree time which included a debate about regular lights verses the LED ones. I lost and now instead of a warm, golden glow, the tree looks kind of blueish and space-agey. All in the name of environment.

I also made the annual Christmas fudge. Ugh. A total of nine pounds. I'm pawning it off because it has to be out of my house soon. Very soon. So if you find a tin of fudge outside your door, you're welcome.



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