I then had conclusive proof that I had broken my left femur. There the doctor told me they were going to put me in traction. They used this to drill a hole through my leg, just beneath the knee with which to suspend my leg, to pull the two halves of my femur apart so that the ends were no longer next to each other. The following evening I was wheeled down to surgery and knocked out. It's always your last run.
Trees always win.
I picked the best place in the world to break my leg. The orthopedist said that the bones are mending quickly but that I should still avoid putting all my weight on it to avoid bending the rod, so I had to put away the cane that I had started using and go back to crutches for another couple weeks. It sure beats the 6 or more months that I would've been in a cast, followed by many more months of reconditioning the atrophied muscles, so I ain't complaining. Inc. All Rights Reserved.