Hey, it's only a broken shoulder! That, plus the loss of my sense of balance, which is why I fell in the first place. I've been falling down at random intervals for several years now, but in the last two years it's gotten so bad that I can't walk without some sort of support. I fall down a lot. This time I landed badly and broke my left shoulder right at the joint, plus a couple of ribs and my skull. I don't know which ribs because they never hurt. The skull fracture had them worried, so a special therapist has been playing logic games with me and giving me cognitive tests, all of which I've passed with flying colors.
My biggest worry is that my apartment manager hasn't had a ground-floor unit open up for me yet, so I have to not only learn how to walk again but how to negotiate the stairs. That's in the future, though. For now I'm lying in a rest-home, unable to even get out of bed without help, while the nurses bring me good food and change my diaper.
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—Rocky Russo
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