So I was in surgery for north of four hours, instead of the premeditated two/two and a half. Doc ended up having to use two plate/screw dealies because I have dinosaur bones. Chief accomplishments of past twelve hours? Solid foods an non-catheter peeing in sizable volume. Despite my rapid mending (due largely to A’s attentiveness, coupled with the Flanderish smiles of my evangelical he-nurse Gabriel) they may want to keep me a second night for pain management, It hurts a lot when the doc plays goatse with your tricepts, fyi.