A few weeks ago, we had issues with our sink and we had to hire a plumber. The plumber was in the kitchen chatting with me when I glanced over at the wall and saw one of my pictures on the wall was crooked. Being the polite person I am, I kept looking forward to chat with the plumber while oddly leaning against the couch to adjust the picture. As I leaned over the couch with my feet planted, I heard several popping sounds. The pain was excruciating, but since the plumber was there, I couldn’t yell expletives and cry like I wanted to. I just calmly sat down and thought I might implode. After the plumber left, I tested my leg and was able to walk around. However, my leg was giving out on me, and I knew I was in trouble. (I blew out my right knee playing soccer years ago and had 3 surgeries on that knee.) I got an MRI the next day, and of course, my ACL was completely torn.
I discussed my options with a sports medicine doctor and an orthopedist, both who suggested surgery if I planned on doing any more than walking completely straight the rest of my life. (And hope I never slip on ice or trip on a pine cone.) Given how much the leg was getting on my nerves, and the fact I don’t want this knee to limit my activities the rest of my life, I decided to have ACL reconstruction done. The surgery is actually today (January 12th, 2012).
I must say this is probably the dumbest injury I have ever had. The doctor theorizes that my ACL was partially torn previously, and this little twist just tore it the rest of the way. Whatever, I just know that I am incredibly mad at myself. I am mad at the plumber too, but not sure why.
So, I will be taking a little break. If you find you miss me, please feel free to dig through my old posts (with your Alexa bar on, of course) and poke around. I may be bored out of my mind during recovery and end up online constantly, who knows. Maybe if I get some good painkillers I will end up writing the post of my life, so make sure you don’t stray too far!
See you soon!