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I’m really bad at following up on two-part posts, but here is the conclusion to my broken leg story.

After a brief ambulance ride, I was wheeled into the ER room at the local hospital. Fortunately, it was late at night and the area of the hospital that dealt with bone fractures was pretty much empty. So it was just my friends and me and a doctor and two nurses in the section where I was.

I have to say that this was probably the best hospital experience I have ever had. I was almost worth breaking my leg for. Almost. I could swear that the doctor and nurses were some kind of comedy team. They were hilarious and were cracking jokes and it really lightened the mood for everyone. They took several x-rays and concluded that my fibula was broken along with several tendons or ligaments that had been torn.

The doctor decided that I needed to have my bone set back into place, so they shot me up with morphine. I had never had morphine before. The feeling was a little like being drunk but a little less unpleasant. I think that I must have a very high tolerance to pain medication because I felt every bit of their attempts to set my bone back into place. Even the painkillers that they prescribed never really affected me that much.

They then gave me a set of crutches and showed me how to use them. Also, no driving or walking for six weeks, however I’ve started driving with my left leg.