Thanks to all of you who wondered where I've been. Yes, on the 23rd of December I fell at the local flea market and broke off the top of my femur at the hip. I knew it was broken because my right foot was pointing at a right angle (90 degrees) to my left foot. The got me to the hospital right away and the surgeon said that yes it was slap [bleeped] broken and that he was going to operate that same night. Now I have more steel metal in me than a Ford pickup's bed.
The recovery has gone from downright miserable to now getting able to walk without the use of a walker or cane. I hate um both. But therapy folks insist. that I use the at least the cane. As soon as they release me, the cane is going in the same heap of junk as the arm sling I had to use when I had to have surgery on my shoulder.
Enough of that. Why couldn't I get on the computer? Well, all in all, I just didn't feel like it. I have no better excuse so please forgive me.
I'll do a better job of keeping up with the forum in the future,
BTW: my thanks to Dick for getting in touch with me.
Best,
Charlie
BTW2: If you need knee surgery, just do it, Piece of cake. If you need shoulder surgery. No problems. If you need hip surgery, consider eating a bullet. Just saying.
