Let me start out by saying that I’ve wanted to start a personal blog for a long time – however, time so easily flies away and I always had something more interesting to do.
Life has a funny way of stopping you in your tracks sometimes, especially when you’re comfortable with where you think you’re going.
On March 21st, while playing soccer in our Campus Edge co-ed team, I took a hard kick to the outside of my extended knee. Before I hit the ground, I knew this one was the B-I-G O-N-E. The instant searing pain created a spinning kaleidoscope of colored flecks in my vision as I curled up on the field, trying to manage the pain. After being carted off the field, with many a ‘We’re sure it’s just your IT-band acting up’, I hung out for awhile at the house of some of the team members’ and then called it a night – hoping the useless knee would magically reconfigure and be right-as-rain in the morning. Alas, it was not to be. Turns out I had left an ACL, part of my MCL, and a small chunk of medial meniscus on the field that night. Curiously, in hindsight, I recall the actual event being rather undramatic for my first real sports-related injury.
Last Thursday, March 13th, I had arthroscopic surgery to repair the knee. I am now the proud owner of a cadaver tendon – folded up nicely to emulate an ACL and screwed into my bones in the approximate locale of the original. I also carry a single stitch in my mensicus — which is more troublesome than it would seem at first blush. The end result of all of this is that I am now reduced to sitting in my porch chair, squeezed by a leg immobilizer, and soothed by the dulcet hum of my new best friend – the DonJoy Ice Man. He keeps my incised and traumatized knee tissues cool with his icy embrace. *Ahem!
The ACL rehab is a full 9 months which is bad enough, but the single meniscus stitch complicates things a bit and requires 6 weeks of crutches before additional progress can be made. Yikes! Those of you reading this likely know that is a near death-sentence for my typical lifestyle. Anyways, until I get my normal, athletic, crazy life back, I have a bit more time to appreciate the finer things in life, right?!
Most events have a silver lining if you look hard enough – even if you have to turn them over and shake them to get a tiny glimmer to pop out. My side-lining has shown me how amazing my friends are. They created a supportive network since the surgery, providing meals, entertainment, gifts – seriously! including gorgeous floral bouquets and chocolate, and shoulders to lean on. A couple in particular have really gone far beyond the call of duty. It’s humbling to realize how good I have it. Thanks, y’all – I love you.
Anyways, that’s where I’m at for the moment – hopefully my chair will inspire me to new blogging heights.
I’ll finish with a cherry-picked verse for the day: