Hellloooo everyone!! Welcome to my new blog.  Some of you know that I was writing for school (shout out to Johns Hopkins University School of Nursing), but since I've graduated, I've decided to continue blogging and on my own terms (read: no editing. yay!).  I liked writing about nursing school experiences, but now that I've been released into the real world who knows where this blog will take me.  I hope to share experiences as a new nurse and any other life adventures that may follow.

So..where did I leave off? I believe the last blog I wrote was about how I was so happy to have graduated school and move on and blah blah blah.  Fast forward two months after graduation and you find me in bed, in July, with a broken ankle and a torn ligament.  True story!! Haven't even started work yet and I'm already on disability (jk jk).  Long story short I was doing a water walk in Israel (staffing a Birthright trip, Hi Alufim!) and I slipped on a rock that had rushing water coming over it.  I really thought I could step on the rock, but then again, I also like to think I don't get scared in the dark by myself.  Anyways, after a trio of French doctors offered to exam me (a psychiatrist, hematologist and a guy debating on whether to go into Optometry or Neuro-Surgery), I got an x-ray. It was confirmed that I indeed broke my ankle/tore a ligament and was given an old-skool white plaster cast.  It looked like paper-mache that a five-year-old slapped on me.  After lugging my bum leg around Israel for two more days I finally was on a flight back to America where I had another doctor's appointment to confirm whether I needed surgery or not (the Israeli doctor very nicely offered to do surgery this week or next, but I politely declined saying that I think by then I'll be back in the States.  Israelis are so generous).  After lots of tears and fighting with the airlines, I also was not allowed on the flight from Germany to JFK (we had a stop-over) and I was forced to hop off the plane and go to a medical clinic in the airport.  My cast was split (in case of swelling during the flight), I was given a salad and then I slept until they got me on a new flight.  All in all I made it back to America Thursday evening where two great friends picked me up, threw me in the backseat, and drove down to Maryland.  All on one leg!

Friday was an early day and by 1pm I was in the operating room having 8 pins and a metal plate placed into my leg.  I awoke a few hours after the start of surgery and even made it home in time for Friday night dinner.  The main thing I remember from that evening is falling asleep at the table mid-chew and then waking back up to resume chomping. 

That brings me up to date.  I was supposed to start work a week from yesterday, but obviously I need two feet to walk on every day so I'm delaying my start date.  Hopefully, my recovery will be speedy and thorough and I'll be back to running around in no time. 

Until then, don't hike in Crocs.  And if you do, know that a bionic ankle might be waiting for you at the end.