Wednesday morning I fell on the ice. Thursday morning I was at the hospital waiting for x-rays. Friday morning I’m stuck on the couch in my cast.

I have a broken fibula. I’m told it’s the second best bone to break (the first being the clavicle). It’s my first broken bone. This is my first cast and my first crutches. I feel sore and helpless. I live on the third floor and I have a dog. I fell down the steps trying to take my dog outside last night. I live in Chicago, where the entrance to many El stops has stairs, no elevator. I don’t know how to get to work. I don’t know how to get groceries. I don’t know how to get to the bank. I don’t know how to do anything.

In a week I’ll have a walking cast and life will improve. Until then, if anyone wants to grab a beer, then please bring it to my couch.