Six Weeks In Texas

I had so looked forward to my visit with my friend Sarah.  The trip had been postponed and rescheduled a couple times, but I finally arrived in Texas two days before Thanksgiving. The morning after I came, Sarah needed to go to the bank. I could have stayed at her house, but chose to go with her.  As we were leaving the bank, I missed the ramp with one foot and went down.  I knew immediately something was seriously wrong. Sarah called the paramedics who took me to the hospital. It turns out I had shattered my femur down near my knee and had to be transferred to a trauma one hospital.  I had surgery on Thanksgiving Day, spent a week in the hospital, and afterwards went straight to a rehabilitation facility.