Movie-Thon Gone Awry

It was going to be a lot of fun. We were invited over for a projected viewing of The Thing. We filled the pool and discussed whether the alien would construct his own cover memories for this night.

Everything was set-up and ready to go.

April rode with us and enjoyed seeing Keith again.

Leah was shocked by the dipping of Jon's krahm.

Before night fell, we fooled around by getting photos of everyone in action on the trampoline.

The photos really are great.

And that's when the party ended for me. On my fourth jump, my right knee made a powerful popping sound and as I fell to the trampoline, I knew I was fucked. I sat up, rolled off the side and sat on a wooden platform to put my shoes on. I then hobbled my way into the house in a great deal of pain and emptied my clenching bowels. When I made it out to the van, I climbed in and turned on the air. I felt faint. Everyone gathered by the van window and looked in as if I was a dead woman in her coffin. They shook their heads and offered their apologies. Someone offered some pain medicine and a muscle relaxer and you better bet I took that. April acted as our designated driver and graciously drove us home.

Yesterday, I went to the Ortho. X-rays were taken, cortisone injections was administered, knee brace and crutches applied, ice, ibuprofen and Vicodin prescribed. I am to follow up on Friday, the 2nd and the day before we leave for a family vacation in Pigeon Forge, to see if I'm improved. If not, they will proceed with MRI to rule out torn acl, mcl, a bunch of cl's and the meniscus. If that is the case, I'm facing surgery after vacation. I can be thankful I didn't break my damn fool neck and that whatever I did to my knee, I did while out of school/work on Summer vacation.

And now, here I sit propped in bed, typing away and telling you all about it.