The good news is that the writing is becoming therapeutic for me. It is giving me something to do and a sense of purpose, if only for my children, in a time when I am feeling useless, bored and at times disappointed with the situation I find myself in. A new sense of purpose that didn’t focus on me chasing my family around the forest or chasing my friends up a hill on skate skis would be a good thing. 

Alright. So it is done. My boot is off, they have put a box splint on which is exactly how it sounds. It is a box that is wrapped around my leg with padding. Much more effective than it sounds. When they were putting it on I started to notice some discomfort with pressure much higher on my fibula than the Tibia fracture. 

OK everyone. To start, it turns out that these will not all be chronological. Today I was going to catch up with the drive home, over night in hospital, the surgery day and the first follow up day but today could have been the worst day of my life and my wife will back this up, I had a horrifically painful, frustrating morning. EVER! 

So here it is, it is Thursday morning, March 15, 2018, Day 3 of my magical journey of recovery. After a few posts Sam Laprade, a friend, suggested on Facebook  that I should write a journal and Toby Stiles, another friend and Canadian zoo legend, suggested I take the time to write a book.