In one of my first entries into this blog back in February (when I was still naive), I wrote that only 5% of clavicle fractures required surgery. At that point I was still sure that I was going to be part of the 95%.

Well the innocence has been demolished and the remodeled reality looks like this: bone marrow grafting surgery is set for 7:30 a.m. on April 12th.

Cry. Whimper. Sob. Poor me poor me…

I am really ready for it to all be over, but what does that matter, right? I must not be done with whatever this has to teach me. I’m cool with that.

Everybody has something in their life that they want to stop, or go, or change, or be bigger — whatever it is. Sometimes we get to write the book of our life and sometimes we have to read it. This whole experience is turning out to be a real page turner.

I had a wildly productive day — even juggle three clubs for awhile! That felt really good.

My eyes are closing and my voice is slurring which makes speaking into this microphone a real hassle. This blog will be continued at a more lucid time.

Stay safe.