I had intended to write a couple blog entries last Thursday and Friday, but they got interrupted by an accident on Wednesday afternoon. Ele decided that, since she was working, I would do the grocery shopping. So after it had stopped raining, I booted on my scooter down to Westshore Mall. I did the banking, picked up her alcohol, and then went to the grocery store. This actually meant parking three times in the parking lot. It was looking for the third parking stall that did me in. In my search I had to turn a tight corner. I noticed an oncoming car, so I had to turn a bit tighter. I honestly cannot say whether I touched the brakes, but the wheels slid out sideways from underneath me. I slid a little with the bike and then went straight down to the ground. The bike decided that it was going to use my right leg to break its fall. While my gloves were protecting my hands, and my face shield my nose, my right leg was being pounded into hamburger. There were a number of very helpful people that came very quickly. One phoned for paramedics right away, as I knew immediately my leg was broken. It isn't hard to tell, when your leg is straight and your foot is off to the side. Of course, the pain told me volumes as well. One person, who rode a scooter and motorbike, managed to pick up the bike and put it in a parking stall. He said that other than a little bit of trim, the bike looked in very good shape. Of course, I have not yet seen it myself. The paramedics took me to Victoria General Hospital. I was admitted at about 3:10 in the afternoon. With all the waiting, examination, waiting, waiting, and waiting, I finally found what was going on, probably about nine o'clock at night. It turns out that I had shattered both my tibia and fibula (if I'm naming the bones right), and the specialist was going to have to put in a plate or two and several bolts. Just before midnight, an emergency nurse was able to get me some food. This consisted of 2 cups of jello and two fruit cups. They then doped me up, brought me to my room, and let me pretend to try to sleep for the night. Surgery the next day was late. I think it started about noon. After some six people came and asked me various questions, I was finally wheeled into the OR and put to sleep.I woke up extremely groggy. After a few minutes of trying to figure out where I was, I started to itch terribly.it seems someone had dropped me into an ant hill in the middle of summer. It seems this is not an unusual reaction to the type of morphine they use. If that is the case, why would any junkie get hooked? They gave me something for the itch, which took a couple minutes to take effect. I'll continue on with my wonderful stories of hospital life, in Broken Leg, Part the Second. Rainer