We Can Rebuild Her
I have had so many joint reconstruction surgeries that the next one would be old enough to drink, although hopefully wise enough to know better. That's not a metaphor. [ NOTE: Yes, that is an actual photo of the X-rays from several of my more complicated surgeries. ] At this point, I have an impressive collection of orthopedic hardware, scars, and X-rays that look considerably more science fiction than medical science. Both shoulders have been reconstructed. My wrists have been rebuilt. My feet have enough assorted screws, plates, pins, and other hardware that when somebody looks at the X-rays, there is usually a moment of silence followed by some version of, “Wow.” Over the years, more than one person has called me the Bionic Woman . People of a certain age will immediately hear the sound effect. I didn’t come up with the nickname myself, but I can’t exactly argue with the evidence. Put a few of my X-rays together, and I begin to look less like a patient and more like somebody’s ...