An Arm and a Leg

   I was cleaning the bathroom when I looked up at the wall and realized the somewhat eerie foreshadowing in this painting, which I purchased from my friend Hella at least six years ago. Who would have thought I'd have ankle surgery in 2012 (elective, but still) and a broken arm in 2013? Thank goodness I didn't buy a painting of appendicitis!
   The ankle surgery wasn't too bad (once I got past the almost-dying-before-surgery part); 8-10 weeks in a giant orthopedic boot was annoying but do-able. And the fractured arm is similarly okay-but-annyoing. I can handle the big sling. The only thing I can hardly handle is the not sleeping and the waking up in agony. Can't wait to be able to sleep on my right side again!