I've started range of motion as of the 6th. I am still unable to weight bear, nor am I allowed to really stay Standing up to long with the crutches, as it causes my ankle to swell almost uncontrollably. I have about, 5k in medical bills due (need to call them up and see what they do for discounts), but all in all, I'm alive, and I'm slowly on the uptick!

When I go out, I have handicap parking now, which my mate has enjoyed, because we get closer parking to whatever it is we are going to. Usually he gets a nasty look until he pulls out the wheelchair and helps me to get into it (The brakes on it are junk). I looked the break up after someone I met told me his wife's knee broke in 6 places, and I said sounds like she's worse off than me. He said he didn't think so as his wife was already weight bearing. Man the jealousy I felt was stupidly insane, but we have been laughing that she's already back to the races again and I'm shaking my crutches at her in vain. Went to get popcorn, and my mate said I didn't need the extra large. Tried to kick him in the ass and he just stepped backwards. Told the manager if she heard there was a body found in the parking lot, she knew nothing. And she just grinned and said she had no idea what I was talking about.

Sorry... Prattling on now. Anyways, this is just for people who were curious. I have another week or so before I find out if I can start PT, and probably another 6 months or longer before I'm walking steadily. Probably longer honestly....

Later!

Surgery was this morning, at about 9am. Lasted about 2 hours. I've a plate in my leg, 7 small screws, 2 longer ones, and a band that pushes my bones together. It *was* a 20 thousand plus dollar surgery, but we actually got approved for "Charity Care" as it's called here. Basically, they waive the bill as if it never happened, or they will steeply discount the procedure. As of now, I've a pain blocker in my leg, (They went in and deadened the nerves leading to my ankle and leg) and I got told they saw something they'd never seen before in all their years doing such a block. My largest nerve, was heart shaped. That made the anesthesiologist's day, and his helper, as that was a first for both of them. Was told I was so sweet, even my nerves were hearts. I couldn't help but laugh. I kept apologizing for muttering curses (that block HURT going in) and they said I did very well, and they didn't mind in the slightest as I kept as still as I could have for it. They said I wasn't cursing them, I held still, so if that helped, go right ahead and curse all I'd like.

Later, as they were wheeling me to the OR, the assistant said "You know how you said you want to be the kind of patient we hope to have? If everyone was like you, so cheerful and helpful even when hurt, we'd be so stressfree here. You really are the patient we all wish for." I nearly cried.

I don't remember going out, I do remember saying the gas tasted like shit, then they were waking me up and wheeling me to my room to my mate. It was so good to see him.

When I was more alert, I asked to go to the bathroom and they got me a bedpan. Said I rolled over so easily on my own, they were just mostly there to help support me and were impressed. Later, when I was REALLY coherent, I asked to use the bathroom. They were hesitant, worried I'd use my foot, but then when they saw how Turok and I worked together, they were, again, super impressed. One nurse tried to pull my pants down, and I swatted her hand good naturedly. That made her, and her partner, laugh. Only for them to blink and look at each other as I not only did what I had to, I got myself up, flushed, and got back to bed on my own. Even put my leg back in my brace. The first woman, (her assistant was a student) asked if I was always so independent. Turok sighed with a smile and said "Yup."

As of now, I'm home, but I am on no weight bearing for at LEAST 6 weeks. They'll see if I can put weight on it when it's healed a bit more. SO NICE to not feel the bones grinding anymore. That was getting to me more than anything.

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An updated picture of the breaks. The breaks have been circled to make them easier to see after I got new xrays today. I've broken my leg/ankle in three spots. Surgery was pushed to the 13th at the soonest, as they said swelling for a break this bad usually peaks 7 to 10 days after the injury. So I'm on full bedrest, keeping the leg elevated at all times to try to ensure the swelling goes down. According to the techs, I'm looking at 6-8 weeks of absolutely NO weight bearing, then a few months of a specialized boot and PT to try to gain a *possible* full range of motion. They are suspecting I will be in surgery from anywhere between 2 1/2 hours or longer. I will have a minimum of 1 plate and multiple pins, but they said with how bad the breaks are, I may require up to 3 plates to ensure my ankle is considered "stable" enough to support my weight. I also got the *wonderful* news, that I will be getting onset Arthritis in the ankle, in as soon as 2 weeks to 2 months. And that it will be a "lifelong" issue I deal with. So... yeah... Whoopie?

From what we have been told, Turok and I that is, I'll be recovering anywhere from 6 months or longer. My bunny is being an absolute hero right now, taking care of me, our hatchling, the animals, the house, AND working. I can't seem to win, unless it's the "Unluckiest Dragon in the world" prize >,<

Just what the title says. I was walking to the bathroom, my right ankle twisted, and when I tried to compensate to the left, IT rolled too. I FELT the bone snap, heard it too, and went down.


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I need surgery, and physical therapy is mandatory. I got a good laugh as the paramedics said I was surprising calm for someone's who's foot was s shaped >_<

Not my watchers that is! The Coffee dragon's! And that means it's raffle time!

https://www.furaffinity.net/journal/11205953/

Look look look! There is an art Raffle going on for a headshot! Good luck!

https://www.furaffinity.net/view/61991292/

https://www.furaffinity.net/journal/10826031/
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https://www.furaffinity.net/journal/10826031/

~Mariovstoad has hit the 1K mark! Come check out the atrist, and see if we can't get that number to 2k!

So apparently since I have no bank account, PayPal threw a fit. So Turok redid the fundraiser on his account.

https://www.paypal.com/pools/c/91bEQGQ1Ru

Please if you can share it, I'd greatly apprecaite it. If you can donate, I will be forever in your debt...

I haven't said much here, but we had a litter of puppies born 12 weeks ago. 8 of them total, though one died shortly after birth. Of the 7, we found a home for one. Of the other 6, we were keeping 3 of them. A male, and 2 females. This morning, I was woken up, and told the gate that they were contained in, that gave them an entire yard to run in, and under the house, was broken. And all 6 are now gone. We searched for nearly 2 hours, up and down the road, to the lake, to the stream... Everywhere. No sign of them. Their mother is here, and she's depressed and whimpering. If her puppies were out there, I've no doubt in my mind she'd be with them. She's been an awesome mother. But Shirley, and Doc, are both at home.

There is another dog, we named him Jack, that hasn't been accounted for either. We think the puppies got out, and Jack, being the idiot that he is, ran from the puppies when they bombarded him. And being so stupid, he just kept going instead of staying near the yard. Which means we have a few scenerios....

1: The pups are with Jack, and they are safe and will come home with him (Would explain why Mom isn't looking for them)
2: The pups *were* with Jack, and someone picked them up off the road (Would also explain why Momma dog is so depressed)
3: The pups got out, a car spooked them, and they scattered and are now lost (Unlikely, as momma would have brought them all home)
4: They got hit while on the highway and are never coming home....

Of the options, I hope it's 1 or 2... And if it's 2, they have a good home... I miss my babies... It's not the same going outside and not being swarmed... Duke, Duchess, Ditzy, Star, Yang, Tanner... I hope you are all safe... And that you'll be home soon....

This isn't a Raffle, this is me wanting to help someone out. I can't get art from her myself, but hopefully, I can raise awareness.

Aimee has some awesome talent, and she's in a bit of a pickle. She is doing a name your price, and I've attached the link below! If you can, pass the word, and lets show her some love.

https://www.furaffinity.net/journal/10659840/

https://www.furaffinity.net/view/53089592/

Ever wanted to see what your character would look like as a villian or a creature of nightmares? Now's your chance to see if you can do just that!

Just watch, Fav, and creature a journal for 2 chances, and follow on patreon for a 3rd!

https://www.furaffinity.net/journal/10614489/

Multiple tries? For an awesome artist? Yes please!

https://www.furaffinity.net/view/52846871/

Ya'll know me. I can't pass up on raffles. And this person I recently started following and I've been drooling over their work ^_^ Come check it out!

https://www.furaffinity.net/view/52396302/

Come check it out everyone! Throw this artist some love.

https://www.furaffinity.net/view/52237316/

You thought I was joking? I'm being dead serious.

Stay a while and listen :P

It might be insane, but it's very much true! Check it out!

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It's FREE, it's dragons, it's a FREE DRAGON YCH! Come try your hand! Or... Claws rather hahaa!

I've been following an artist named ~cedrato_, and I commented that at a 150 dollars, I'll never get nice things for my house, as I buy lewd things and video games. He apparently decided to take it the wrong way, as I was very clearly laughing, and since I'm tired of people lashing out, I'm not going to bother. I'll spend money on someone else. Tired of stuck up artists.

I get it's your fulltime job, and I support that. But stop taking shit out on other people. Loosen up, and you may find people more enjoyable. He said it himself. Art is a luxury not a need. I have all I need for the most part. Yeah I could get a few other things, but I'd rather buy art of my mates and I, as it lasts longer, and is less likely to be destroyed if it's digital. However, I also like to joke, and he can't take it as a joke, I'm not going to support him, or anyone else. Tired of artists thinking they are better than anyone else. You can draw, good! But learn to take a fucking joke.

So I haven't really made it public here, but as of Father's Day, I found out I was expecting. Now.... There is a bit of backstory on this...

First things first. I have a son, who just turned 15, that I have not been able to see or contact for nearly as many years. His father lied on the stands, and sadly, he's isolated me from what has been my only living child. He was born in 2006.

In 2009, I had a stillbirth, a little baby girl, who weighed 2 pounds. 2.6 ounces. She was so tiny. But I never got to see her smile, never got to tell her I love her. It was, without a doubt, the hardest day of my life.

Then, in 2011 or 2012 (I can't remember exactly as I was on a LOT of pain killers at the time) I had a tubal that ruptured. Landed me in the Hospital for a few days, where I was told by a nurse, "You'll never have kids again. Your odds are less than 5%." I asked her if there was still a chance, and she, begrudgingly, said yes. But then insisted it was such a small chance, it was basically akin to winning the lottery.

So for years, and not from lack of trying, I've been living as if I will never have a child. I was with someone for nearly 7 years, and despite trying every few days a month, nothing happened. No positive pregnancy tests, nothing. So I resigned myself that the nurse was right. I was, essentially, a Barren Dragoness. I'd never hold a child in my arms, never get to have another chance to be a Mother.

That all started to change in 2020. When the pandemic started, I moved out with a friend of mine, leaving the man I was with for 7 years due to lack of broken promises and neglect. We agreed we wouldn't really try for a relationship, but... Things just happened. And we started seeing each other as more than friends. 2021 rolled around. I got Covid in Feb (so did my other half), and while it dropped me on my ass, I wasn't really worse for the wear. A bit scatter brained but, I survived. Got my jabs for the Pfizers Vaccine in April. May rolls around. I'm a bit tired, but think nothing of it, as I just started a new job, and I'm getting up earlier than I was used to. June rolls around. I'm late to work, and have a melt down. Now, obviously, I'm female RL, and I think it's just 'that time of the month.' And chalk it up to PMS. But... Something is nagging me in the back of my mind. So I ask the one I'm living with if he can take me to get a pregnancy test. He said sure. I get home, take the test...

Imagine my shock, horror, amazement, and surprise... when after 2 minutes of a 5 minute test, there is a faint red line in the T portion of the test. It's positive. I wait the full 5 minutes. That line just gets darker. I walk out to my partner, and told him to take what I'm about to say, with a very large spoon of salt. My exact words I believe were "Ahh... Happy Father's Day? I think I'm pregnant..." Yes, this actually happened ON Father's day. I didn't dare get excited. I couldn't. Was this just a joke? The universe screwing with me and making me think what I wanted the most was actually happening?

I was scared I'd have another tubal, and that it would rupture. We went to an OBGYN, and they did an ultrasound. There, nestled where it should, was a very small bundle of cells. And when I say "small" I mean almost impossible to see. I was told I was probably less than 5 weeks pregnant. Meaning I caught it super early. Now, I'm nearly 9 months. With a little baby girl beating the crap outta me from the inside. My Mate, and I, are finally letting it become reality that she's going to be okay. I'm finally accepting this isn't the universe playing a cruel prank on me. I haven't wanted to accept it. But try as I might, on the days she was less active prior to now, I'd have panic attacks. But now, she's moving like clock work, and I look, and feel like, I've swallowed a watermelon! Sorry this Journal is so long. It's the reason my art uploads of commissions has slowed WAY down. I can't afford art, as I'm no longer working due to stress, and the fact, I have a newborn that will be demanding all my time and resources in less than 5 weeks time. But you know what?

I wouldn't have it any other way....

I love you Allanah... I can't wait to see you in February. To hold you in my arms... Is something I could only dream.

Not sure if this is where I put this, or if I put it elsewhere... but...  Zingiber You said I should post this so.... Here goes. Depending on the reviews, I'll write more. Enjoy!

Dragons mated so infrequently. But none as erratic as the Ice beast that slumbered deep within her crystal lair. She could hear dragons roaring, hear them chasing each other above her head, but never did she rise to see which male might pursue her.

With a heavy sigh the female tucked her head under her wing, sleeping through the warmest parts of the year, waking only when hunger roused her sleep induced coma. So it was with a shock when she awoke and shifted to feel the cool kiss of winter along her sapphire scales. The hunger she felt ebbed, replaced by a growing sense of uneasiness. Four years had come and gone since she was old enough to take a mate. And in those years never had a male show interest in her. Come winter, they were all preoccupied, helping their chosen females ready their lairs for the long months of incubation. So why should this year be any different?

Broad wings spread, cramped from her long slumber, but it only takes a moment of rapid beats to settle her muscles. Driven by instinct, the female lifts her head, letting out a warble to see if there was any reply. As usual... silence. Wings spread, leaping skyward to find food to fill her empty stomach....

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It felt like an eternity since the male had flown his patterns, surveying his domain as he did every year. And every year he was pleased to note pairs were formed, males flaring their wings and warning him away from their broods. Females eyed him, some gravid, some recently laid, none of them in season. And that was just fine by him. He'd had more than his share of females, and truth be told some of the ones below him were of his seed. His clutches over the years. But there was one he never saw paired, was one who never rose with the others. And so curiosity sent him her way.

Arriving at the icy tomb where the female rested, the male stops, a low growl of warning that he was there echoing down the flawless ice. No answer. He called again, deeper this time, and again his ears picked up no reply. That's when he caught the scent. Blood, mixed with arousal. That was why he never saw the female out during the summer months when the others were flying, were pairing off with their mates. She went into season later, during the winter.

Lips curled off ivory fangs, the male's muscles rippling as he hesitated only long enough to pick out the mind of the female he was after. Skyward a moment later, he flew carefully, gaining height to allow him to survey the land below him.

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With a snarl the sapphire creature pounced on the boar under her form, snapping it's neck and tearing out the throat with one, smooth slash of her claws. But instead of feeding, she sucks at the rich blood, feeling her own quicken. Shifting her stance, she runs her tongue over her slit, hissing softly as the soft contact sent a rush of desire through her form. She was in heat, wanting to breed, but no male's had answered her almost desperate call.

That is, not that she could hear.

The male that tracked her found her as she fed, and he landed with surprising silence despite his form. With little warning, he moved behind the female, until he was close enough to strike. Talons grasped the female's hips, holding her against the sharp twist he was anticipating. And twist she does. She swings her head about, tail snapping to attempt to break the male's hold. But she stops, forced to as his head dips to duck the blow, at the same time sucking in a breath as he runs his tongue acrossed the swollen slit in front of him. The snarl turns to a whimper, but she tries to fight him a bit harder. Having never taken a male, she was unsure of the way her body flushed, turning sapphire scales aglow. But the male knew.

His tongue flashed out again, tasting the sweetness that was the young female before him. And with each pass of his tongue, she ceased to struggle. Her tail, once tense in alarm, softened and relaxed, falling to the side as the male lifted his head. He licked at his lips, the musky scent of his exposed cock helping to arouse the female even more. Swollen slit parted, inviting the male further.

"Tell me young one... Do you know who I am?" he asks, his voice a feral growl. His cock ached, throbbing as his tip dripped hot pre to the grasses below him. "Y... Yes..." comes the whimpered reply. "Then you know why I am here... You are in my territory, and in heat." The throat worked as the female swallowed. "Yes..." came the soft reply.

Gripping her hips, he drug her back, rearing up as he shifted his hold to her shoulders. His tip brushed into the swollen sex before him. "Do you want this?" he asks, and the only answer he got was a nod.

The female couldn't think. She couldn't fight the instinct that drove her almost to her knees to give the male a better vantage point. But that was what he wanted. Using his larger frame, he pushed on her shoulders, driving her down and then thrusting his hips forward. It was with a groan that he felt the young passage tighten, halting his first thrust as he lowered his head, sinking his fangs into the female's neck as he gave a demanding growl. He trusted again, felt her ripple, felt the heat that radiated from the female's sex. And his cock throbbed, the tip pulsing as he pumped another hot shot of pre into the female's passage. This made it easier for him, and on his third thrust, he bottomed out, hips slapping lewdly with her own. The female roared, the first orgasm she felt surprising her and causing her to jerk her hips against his own.

"Oh ho... This is your first..." the male smirked, pulling her back as he drove his hips forward. The thought of a female, having never been bred, causing his balls to ache. He wouldn't last long this time. But he'd see to it to find her again. With his claw against her throat, keeping her down, he hammered his hips, the ridge of his cock striking the bundle of nerves that he knew would cause her to orgasm a second time. Panting, pulling his cock nearly all the way back, he jams his hips forward, his tip attempting to force his way into the fertile womb. "You want me to cum?" he asks.

On another outcry, the female drug her claws through the ground, moving back so that his tip did more than jam against her cervix. It spread it almost violently, and the male clenched his jaws as he felt it happen. But he had no thought past the writhing creature under him. "Here.... Just for you..." he pistoned his hips, jamming his cock as deeply as he could a moment later as his cock swelled, firing a load of fertile seed deep into her womb. "This will hurt..." he growled, the female looking back in alarm. What she thought was his base, was a knot, one that he was almost desperately attempting to lock with her. And as it swelled, it popped with each thrust, until finally it was to large to be pulled free. With his tip in her womb, and his knot locked to her swollen lips, the male bites down on her shoulder, a muted roar leaving his jaws.

Rope after rope was released, each punctuated by a throb that caused both parties to moan. Her in delight, he in possession. Resting over her back, the male released her neck, a sad trill leaving her throat. "Don't go..." came the soft plead. "I don't plan on it." he male assured her. "I can't have another taking you from me before you are out of season." The male stroked her cheek softly. It would take time for his knot to deflate, and until then, the female would be tied to him.