JENNIE
Fall
If I could describe the next four weeks of my life with one conversation, it would have been like this:
Lisa: "Sit still."
Me: "No."
Lisa: "What do you think you're doing? Do you want to get healthy or what? Stop walking around so much."
Me: [Trying to walk normal—but failing—across her living room with a new brace on] "Leave me alone."
Lisa: "I'm never going to leave you alone. Come sit your stubborn-ass back down, and I'll get you whatever you want."