A few weeks ago, I fell while playing with my kids. Remember the trebuchet? My family was testing recent improvements, and I foolishly entered The Zone of Death. Apparently this is the area where, when your kids are laying seige to the neighbors, you are most likely to get clobbered by week-old produce. In my haste to get out of the way, I stepped wrong and twisted my leg.
I have spent most of the time since in denial. Some of you might remember that I broke my foot a little more than a year ago. That’s when my youngest son drew my portrait (above). I love how he made me look so darned happy! It wasn’t, however, a lot of fun. It’s amazing how difficult the simplest things can be when you cannot walk and carry things the same time! Needless to say, I wasn’t keen to repeat the experience even if my leg was hurting. (Doctors cannot give you bad news if you don’t give them the chance to talk to you!)
By this weekend, though, it was pretty clear that my plan wasn’t working. (Knees, it seems, are quite capable of giving you bad news without going through a doctor.) So I made the appointment.
Thankfully, I was not placed on crutches. I did damage my LCL (lateral collateral ligament), but I was able to escape with just a knee brace and physical therapy. I still have to go in for my evaluation with the therapist, but it looks like I will be spending enough time there to throw things a little off schedule for the Fall Lottery. Still, it’s better than crutches! And I won’t have to miss the 20th Annual Southern Model Horse Convention this weekend. I will be braced-up and gimpy, but I’ll be there!