July 14, 2013
I was in a lot of pain but chalked it up to be a muscle
strain that would heal in a few days. Richard convinced me to wear a brace so
we went to CVS and picked out the cheapest one they had. We made jokes that it
would make me like Bruce Wayne in The
Dark Knight Rises. In one scene he puts on a knee brace and proceeds to
throw a kick that breaks a block of bricks in Wayne Manor. Needless to say, the
brace did not give me that ability.
We went to the farmer’s market, ate brunch and ran a few
errands. After a few hours of stumbling , around my leg was feeling the pain. As
much as I hated to admit it I could tell that it was time to go home and rest.
I collected a few of the sore muscle ointments we had hanging around the house and
began rubbing Dr. Hoy’s, Dit Da Jow and Woodlock into my knee. I swallowed a few Ibuprofen
and propped myself upon the couch. I iced my knee a few times but there wasn’t
a lot of swelling or bruising so I figured with a good night’s sleep, I’d be
back to normal in the morning.
In the middle of the night, I awoke to searing pain. I was
crying so loud that it woke Richard up and we resolved to ‘walk it off.’
Several laps around the house later I gave up and returned to bed.
Looking back at my calendar, I was supposed to go out to the
lake that day to celebrate.
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