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Happy Festivus from elbuzzard.com to you and yours and theirs.

This morning I did some reflecting and investigating into what Xmas is all about.  Here’s what I came up with:

• Hot showers
• Brickle
• TENS Units
• Working on Xmas Eve
• Not being able to decide if The Wire is a really good show or not because you want to watch another season but you don’t really think it is worth tying up your Netflix queue to do so, and you felt the same way after Season 2 as you did after Season 1, but you watched Season 2 anyway, tying up your Netflix queue, hoping for more Omar but getting very little of him
• Not being able to find your iPod
• Hating Delta airlines because they ran over and destroyed the bag that contained all of our Xmas gifts for the Philly family
• Getting aggravated that Grady Hospital will not bill your insurance company no matter how many times you fill out their little forms, including the time when you were in the hospital with your ankle disconnected from your leg and you were high as a kite on morphine
• Hoping no one steals your outgoing mail (which includes Grady Hospital’s insurance form and the last disc of Season 2 of The Wire) when you raise the little flag on your mailbox to let the mailman know there’s something in there

After I finish working today, I will forcibly make Xmas be about:

• Sazeracs
• Sesame Ginger turkey breasts
• Percocet

Merry Xmas, people.

Here’s the latest x-ray from my doctor’s appointment this morning, where you can see the pins and buttons and such:

I was concerned by the fact that the fibula still has a giant gap in it, but the doctor wasn’t concerned.  I don’t think the fibula matters to doctors.  It matters to me, though.  I hate the way it doesn’t line up there in the right-hand image.  Gives me the heebie-jeebies.

I’m on crutches two more weeks, then I can start walking on it in the boot.