My sister drove me to my surgeon appointment in Walla Walla. He removed the splint and stitches, saying if the operating room had not become available the minute it did I might not be fixed yet, the swelling was that bad. He said it was far from an ordinary fracture but a super extra special difficult fracture. As it was, the stitches on the outside of the leg were all blistered and oozing. My sister became nauseated, was afraid she would need medication, and with a brave effort managed not to hurl. (Not the doctor sister, but the lawyer.) Finally she cowered in the back of the room, but managed to take a lot of really great pictures.
I brought the Santa hat my friends gave me so I could have my picture taken with the beautiful tree in the hospital. My sister and her friend brought me a green scooter to replace the broken one which I decorated with festive Christmas bows. Huge wet snowflakes were falling and sticking. Beautiful but not something we'd relish for a 30-mile drive home. We drove to the DMV for a handicapped parking permit but they said we had to go to the county courthouse. We went there (I obviously didn't go in--county courthouses are notorious for having scores of steps--) and they said the form was outdated and we needed a new one with a doctor's prescription. We had a fine lunch and then drove back to the hospital for prescriptions for the parking permit and my medication and to the county courthouse and home.
Then we loaded the walker and the scooter into the car and drove to church. My sister had to get the door on the side towards the car open, then my choir director had to bring the elevator key. I don't know if I'd ever ridden the elevator there before--that was an adventure. Then used the walker to climb two steps to the choir room, back on the scooter and into the choir room, where everyone was glad to see me and we practiced an hour. Then my sister drove me back home and I decorated the front window (which had to be done crawling on my knees as the doctor said to put no weight on my left leg for a month), took the scooter out to photograph it, then wrapped Christmas presents and picked up the front room. I don't believe it either, but it's all true. It snowed in Walla Walla but luckily not much in Dayton or we could not have gone to the church.
I turned it all off and figured, that's what I get for doing this while still on a bendryl high/crash. Then, after dinner, I thought to check my drafts....and the entire thing was saved. 
