As the title would indicate, I do indeed have a screw loose. Two, in fact. You may (or may not) remember that little dustup I had about a year and a half ago with the ice on our driveway? Where I fell hard on my ass. Well, my ass and my ankle, as it would happen. One trip to the emergency room later and I was scheduled for some serious orthopedic surgery to cobble my splintered bones back together again. Ahh, good times. Good times.

Well anyhow, during that surgery I got a goodly amount of hardware added to my person, Some steel plates, pins and a couple screws to hold it all together while my bones healed up. Well guess what? The screws are fighting back.

Yep, that picture there is of the two screws trying to make their merry way OUT of my ankle. Go ahead.? Click it to see it larger and in good detail.? I’ll wait.? …? …? … Creeped out yet?? I know I am!?

This has been going on for a while now, six months maybe.? It’s getting worse though.? Used to be you could only feel it.? Then maybe you could see it.? The picture doesn’t truly convey how OBVIOUS this looks now.? I think it could be because that’s the foot I use to bounce Liam in his bouncy seat.? He likes to be bounced in it for his afternoon nap, so that adds up to a lot of activity for that ankle.? So maybe it’s just sped up the process?? I don’t know.? But I do know this can’t go on this way. I’m gonna have to go get it fixed.

Now here’s the extra fun part: the orthopedic surgeon who fixed my ankle isn’t on our new insurance.? So who do I go to?? Obviously, I need to find a new ortho guy.? But, HMO’s what they are, I need a referral.? Which means I’ll need to go see my PCP.? And we all know how I feel guilty about giving her the shaft when it came to Liam.? And you should know by now that I’m a huge chicken shit.? So yeah.? Talk about a rock and hard place.? And let’s not EVEN get into all my neuroses about the mere possibility of being laid up again, even if for only a day.

I don’t like it.? I don’t like it ONE BIT.