My leg with the broken hip is now swollen beyond recognition. It still looks like a leg, just not mine.
When I had trouble getting it up on the bed, I spoke to it aloud, offering encouragement. It seemed to respond. So I’ve named it Biggie. If you look at this picture of Biggie, imagine the puffiness transposed to a leg and voila, that’s what it looks like. Even my foot is fat and puffy, like the foot of an enormous baby.
Naturally, I have named the other leg Tupac. Respect. Here, enjoy the horror of my incision.
There’s another smaller one a few inches down, but I don’t want anyone to accuse me of being too gory.