Everything has changed—the way I fit into the world and how I move through it. In an instant, I have become old. I am invalid. Kind people offer help, and I feel anger. Inquisitive glances glide off me when I look up at them. I am a Teflon pan—nothing sticks to me.
If only I hadn’t climbed that roof. If only I’d left home five minutes later.
“We’ll remove the cast next week,” the doctor says, and I am summoned back to life.