by Martin Wiles @LinesFromGod
My life changed in five seconds. Well . . . maybe ten.
“You have broken your femur at the neck, just where it connects to the hip ball,” the doctor said.
Did that mean I had broken my femur . . . or my hip?
What he said before surgery confused me even more. “I am going to insert two screws. We’d rather your own bones heal, but if this doesn’t work, we’ll do a hip replacement.”
