A Drink with Sarah and MP

Last Friday I met up with Sarah for a glass of wine after work and she brought along MP for me to meet. Sarah's right, she is HEAVY. She also has a gnarly sharp edge where the top is pushed into the femoral head. Forget the marrow, that's the part that skeeved me out a bit.

It was an altogether fascinating thing for me to touch and feel what I've only been able to imagine is inside of me. I don't reckon Dr. Buly ever shows these to patients before their surgery. I think I would have had a harder time going in if I had known - I might have run for the door.

Every time I've climbed a set of stairs over the last several months, I've thought to myself that my blade plate must weigh a lot because I thought I could feel the weight of it. My logical self always dismissed this, I mean really, it's just a little stainless steel. Can't weigh more than a fork... Right? Well, my instinctual self was right - it is heavy.

I can't wait (weight) to get it out.