Still Broken….

Hello to everyone – long time, no talk.

Rumors of my death are greatly exaggerated, although I did fall off the face of the Earth, in a way.

Back at the end of May, I had a freak accident in my own kitchen, resulting in a severely broken ankle. I was placed in a splint for two weeks while the swelling went down, before I had surgery. I had a plate installed in the ankle, along with 8 screws. I convinced myself it was pretty much an out-patient thing (DH has had 3 surgeries and gone home the same day), so waking up in hospital, finding out I needed to stay the night, set off an anxiety attack. My nurses were good to me, but I really do hate hospitals (it’s official).

The pain was excruciating. I can’t begin to describe it. Elevation, ice, and morphine didn’t even dent it, for the first few days.

I spent 6 weeks in a splint, before getting my pretty pink cast. I’m about at the end of 6 weeks in the cast, after which I switch to a boot. While I get to start therapy, I still have about another 4-6 weeks before I can start putting weight on it.

I’m not entirely sure why (it could be discomfort, it could be medication, it could be that healing is physically draining, I’m sure there’s a little depression involved), but it’s been difficult to focus and concentrate. I frequently fall asleep in the middle of whatever I’m working on. I’ve kept at it though, and finally I finished a manuscript. Mama Kris received it today.

At the time I broke my ankle, I was working on MLR’s special submission, featuring medical professionals. When I missed the deadline, I decided to rework the story, since I no longer had to fit it within a word limit. It ended up at 51,000 words. Because it was intended for a special submission, it features all new characters, but has my trademark ‘hook’.

I don’t know what my next project will be (at the moment). I’m wanting to write about the 1930’s Chicago Outfit, but I have to do a lot of research. I’ll probably write an installment in one of my series, while I’m doing all the reading and note taking.

I dunno. We’ll see. I have a ton of emails and web contacts I need to sort through, too. I’m going to try to visit social media more often, if I can. What I REALLY need to do is sign up for some blog hops, and do some guest posts on some websites. I haven’t done any promo work at all since Soul Sick was released. I don’t even know if anyone liked that story! I should really get back out and do some promotional work.

I guess I should get to work!


Pre-surgery break – working to reduce the swelling – and the first split

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Post-surgery splint

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4 weeks post-surgery – x-ray of the repaired break (see the plate?)

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My pretty pink cast! (they didn’t have purple)

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Kendall McKenna

Kendall mckenna love & dog tags Kendall McKenna is an author of M/M erotic romance novels. Kendall McKenna’s first work of fiction was written at the worldly age of nine, and was a transformative work that expanded on the story told in a popular song of the time. She tried her hand at vampire and cowboy fiction, winning high school poetry and short story contests along the way. It wasn’t until she discovered the world of m/m erotic fiction and found her stride with cops, Marines and muscle cars, that she felt inspired to share her stories with readers who enjoy the same things. Putting herself through college by working in a newly-created HIV testing clinic in her local Department of Health, introduced Kendall to the gay and lesbian community. Understanding and empathy has made her a lifetime advocate of GLBT issues. A brief bout of unemployment gave Kendall the time and focus she needed to finally produce a novel worth submitting for publication. Her first novel, Brothers In Arms, introduced the world to her authentic military stories and characters. Kendall was born and raised in Southern California, where she still lives and works. A non-conventional relationship has kept her happy for the last decade. Her four dogs enjoy it when she writes, as she sits still long enough for them to curl up around her.


  1. I am so glad you are on the road to recovery at least. What you have going on with the sleeping is totally normal. I shattered part of my femur, broke it at my hip, and cracked my kneecap, along with various small injuries. It took months before I could focus beyond the pain and meds, and I would randomly fall asleep even when talking to people, much less doing anything while trying to focus.

    I became hospital phobic after that and refused a 2nd surgery to remove the screws in my knee a year later, when I finally finished PT and could walk again, leading to a lot of years of really bad joint pain. If they suggest taking yours out, let them, because as much as it would suck to take that step back, it is so much better than keeping those suckers in.

    Just remember, this too shall pass. You’ll get back on your feet even if it feels like it would take forever. Oh, and ask your PT about ordering a personal electrical stim unit. My insurance paid for mine, and the device really helped reduce my pain and need for meds.

    • This is the first time I’ve been injured worse than a sprain. It’s my only surgery since my tonsils when I was 5. It’s been an intense experience. My plate and screws are supposed to be permanent. So far, they aren’t bothering me. Once the initial pain from the surgery faded, the ankle hasn’t bothered me much at all. The arthritis in my tailbone is a much greater problem, and it’s exacerbated by how much time I spend sitting/laying, because I’m not able to be mobile very much.

      It’s been incredibly bizarre to be working on something one minute, and then be jolting awake, and not having any idea how long I was asleep. I won’t even feel sleepy when I just nod off. I also sleep for extended periods of time. I’ll wake up, thinking it’s Sunday morning, only to discover it’s Monday night. It’s weird.

      I already have a small personal stim unit. I use it on my neck, which was messed up by 3 car accidents (none of which were my fault). From what I can tell, my PT is going to be all about building my calf muscle back up. It’s visibly atrophied while I’ve been in the cast. They made sure to set the ankle so it retains its flexibility. Theoretically, my PT should be all about strength building.

      Let’s hope, anyway.

  2. Shirley Ann Speakman

    Oh wow I hope you feel better soon and take as long as you need.

  3. Welcome back! I’m really happy that you’re on the mend.

  4. Glad to hear you are on the come back trail. My husband broke his wrist and recovery took a long time. Best of luck.

  5. Ouch!
    Looks really painful.
    Hope you feel better soon

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