A Little ♥ and Soul

So, if we're friends on Facebook, you know that I broke my ankle Friday morning on my way home from work and then had surgery on Saturday to repair the bones. When something like that this happens to you, you find out, pretty quickly, when people say, "Oh, let me know if you need anything!" and then actually mean it. And then you find out, again, pretty quickly, that even one of your oldest friends, even if you haven't spoke to each other in almost a year, they just don't give a crap. No Facebook postings, no short emails, no text messages. ugh...this post can quickly turn into a very angry one, but I'm not going to let it. I'm just grateful for the people in my life who when they say, "Can I do anything for you?" and actually mean it. There are very few people in my life who I can group together in that column. They give me have hope in humanity even when I'm ready to give up.

So, a week ago today, I was coming home from the hospital with a fractured ankle that had been surgically repaired with 7 screws and a plate on my fibula and 2 screws in my tibia and one in my heel. To say the least, the past 10 days have been trying. A little back story... Friday the 20th of September, I was making my way home from another graveyard shift at the facility I work at as a graveyard instructor to teen-aged girls with behavioral problems. The night before my shift started, I went to the 7-11 up the street to buy some snacks to get me through the night. As I was walking to the street to throw away my snack trash in the big outside trash cans, I turned away from the trash cans and stepped in hole between the pavement of the street and the dirt lot where everyone else parks and fell. I heard a pop and immediately thought, "Oh, crap. Please don't be broken. Please don't be broken. Please don't be broken." I got up and continued my way down the street h