It's official! I have given the plate on my right clavicle an eviction notice. It needs to vacate the premises within the next 24 hours. I'm expecting a peaceful, cooperative eviction, but if need be I'll bring in reinforcements. (Plastic surgeon is on stand by) The plate's "dwelling" (aka my bone) will need some remodeling. A little bit of Spackle (bone graph) to fill in a few holes in the walls. And a very thorough clean sweep will be done, making sure none of the plate's possessions (screws, wire, and pins) are left behind. I try not to say negative things, but this tenant of mine was the worst!!! It kept me up all hours of the night. Never pitched in when I asked it to help me move things. It even punched two holes in the wall, and I had to have a specialist patch me back up. So, although I'd like to say that living with the plate wasn't all that bad... I just can't seem to agree. Thank goodness it will be gone tomorrow! Wahoo!
Thank you to everyone who has kept me in their prayers over these past 7 months. This should be the last major surgery, and the last major hurdle. When the accident happened, I tried to figure out what it was that I was to learn from it. There must have been a lesson that I had not yet understood in my life for this to happen. I've learned through this experience that I'm not one to ask for help. It has been a very humbling ordeal. One that I am honestly grateful for walking through with my head held high. It hasn't always been easy, but I have grown as a person because of this accident. I'm no longer too proud to admit when I need help, and so I ask of all those who read this, to please think of me, my husband, and my orthopedic surgeon tomorrow, and please send us good calming vibes. I have faith that all will turn out well, and before you know it I'll be back to my carefree self once again. Thank you!
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