Jillian is in full caregiver mode, which I love. Her presence alone is comforting. I have missed my mother more than I realized. She is bustling around the apartment cooking and taking care of me, although my medication causes me to sleep throughout most of the day. The pain in my leg is unbearable at times. I experienced a clean break in my upper fibula, but the force of the impact from Ryan and Colton’s car, and the way that I fell onto the concrete, caused the fracture to rip the ligaments in between the knee and the bone, which is the reason I needed surgery and several pins to stabilize my leg. And that is also why I needed a fiberglass cast up to my thigh, hot pink—the cast, no less. Thanks to Brooke! The doctor said it must be kept stable, with no ability to move, in order to heal properly. I attempt to contact Jerri several times during my lucid moments, but I don’t get a response. I suspect Ryan told her that I was quitting and she is avoiding me. Sometime in the evening, I believe I hear a knock on my door, but I chalk it up to my pain medications.
