Girls On The Gridiron

Drift Away characterized my first semester…

Wayward Son seems to mark my second..

I’m studying right now, my foot propped up on a pillow one hundred different ways. I’ve done enough research via the Internet to round out what the doctor told me yesterday and scare myself about the recovery time. To a normal person, restriction of returning to normal activity after 4 to 6 weeks may not seem to be a big deal, but to me, as I approach summer, the only season in NY that I love more then life itself, it’s like chop-blocking me at the goal line.

This makes me so sad. So does the thought that now, when I return to my normally scheduled programming, it will be in some fear for my knees. Same thing happened after I hurt my neck in football. That too, is antithetical to who I am, but will have to be fought with, wrestled and beaten.

Once I rose above the noise and confusion, just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion…
I was soaring ever higher, but I flew too high…

So after years and years of sports injuries and a general reckless abandon involved with throwing my body into any perceived obstacle, I’m out of the game. How’d I do it? Wait for it…

I was plugging in my laptop.

Yep, plugging in my freaking laptop. I was not blitzing the QB. I was not sailing up, up towards the basket to grab down that rebound. I was not running, jumping, or doing anything admirable. I was plugging in a freaking laptop.

Apparently, I made the mistake of getting up from a half kneeling position. I don’t remember which leg I pushed up off of, but-one leg went up and my right leg remained, well…bent.

See, way long ago..when I was 18, I sprained this knee playing tennis. I was in a splint and then physical therapy for a while. On and off since then it would like to pop out of service, but it always returned within a half hour or so of excruciating pain..

But not last night. It just…stayed.

So I went to a doctor today, which we found after my husband heroically called 17 places. Thank you health insurance! Then, after waiting the obligatory hour and a half, we were seen by a PA, who sent me for x-rays. Then the jackass orthopedist graced me with his presences. not bothering to look at the xrays since the PA did, he told me I needed an MRI. That it was a 90 percent probability it was a meniscus tear that required arthroscopic surgery. When I explained I had finals starting in two weeks, he walked out and said “it’s your knee”. What an ass. He said if I can’t unbend the knee soon, it becomes more of an emergency and I can’t wait more then a couple of weeks to have it done.

So I’m freaking. Juggling work and school this semester has been almost impossible due to some new work responsibilities. My co-worker just left and I was facing a month of academic hell. And now a surgery???

So I’m of to my regular orthopedist on Tuesday to evaluate the MRI. That doctor actually does old fashioned stuff like look at me and my test results. I’m hoping he gives me a different opinion.

Until then, I’ll just wait, and hurt like hell.

All cause I plugged in my fucking laptop.

Not okay. Makes me so nervous to read stuff like this.

So you may note the time stamp. The hubby and I just spent 5 hours together, most of which were catching up on Lost.

Problem is, our weeknights together usually don’t start till 10 or 10:30, so those 5 hours mean we’re up till 3.

Obviously, the easy course is to go to bed straight away. But we just came from a vacation where we were together 24/7. Going back to an hour a night? Not an easy switch.

Sometimes, the price of success feels too high.

Go to google.

type in “failure” or “miserable failure”

Hit the I’m feeling lucky button.

Enjoy.

For the lazy ones, here’s an article about the results.

Myself, i may add the link, but I figure they started my file when I participated in my one and only candlelight vigil in Baltimore against the first Iraq War.