Rather poetic, really. Spiral-- I like spirals. The galaxy moves in a spiral, through time. Spirals are carved into ancient Irish boulders that line the path to the Newgrange tomb. Spirals are the best pasta shape. To get the longest piece of cord from rawhide, you cut in a spiral.
Fracture, however....fractious fraction frak freak fracture refract...none of these lead to anything likeable. Except refraction, which leads to rainbows. And fraction, which leads both to math class, and to fairness. Frak leads to Battlestar Galactica, which I detest and yet am obligated to watch because Tom loves it. Fractious (2 word parts, "frac" and "tious," say "frac," say "shuss." Synonyms: bad tempered, unruly, irritated).
I spun my ankle over my ski. Twisted the bones so hard they broke. Twisted them-- spiral-- so hard they broke-- fracture.
So tomorrow at 8:15 am I am supposed to have surgery. Tom and I spent the day on the phone with various doctors' offices, trying to get the right guy for the job, make sure he's covered by our health plan, etc. The right guy's name is Ariel Goldman, and he's an orthopedic surgeon. He may or may not be at the clinic where I'm signed up for surgery tomorrow. We shall see.
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