my elbow/arm three surgeries after breaking it completely in three places and shattering various other bits. before this last surgery, i looked like the bionic woman inside with two large plates, several screws and wires. now it looks like this.
i'll leave it to you to count where the screws were.
i had asked the surgeon to save them for me and he swears he gave them to me after. unfortunately, i had woken up in the middle of surgery and said that it hurt. after telling me that it wasn't possible, that my arm was and had been split wide open, they put me under general. i don't do well under general and just wanted to get the f*** out. somewhere in the transfer, the bag got lost.
a cursory glance, and i counted ten. one was removed in a previous surgery because it was starting to poke through the skin (so much for self-locking screws ). and two cannot be seen in this view.
do i hear it for lucky thirteen?
anyways, this is to show why i can't find my horizon, accept less than perfectly in focus, shots, bear right when shooting from the hip (still!), and am grateful as hell that i can do it at all. (money spent on three surgeries and rehab three times a week to get my arm up to snuff is why i can't afford an M8.)