Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha... Wipe Out!

Well, for the first time in over two years my knee blew out today. Catastrophic dislocation if I've ever had one.

Granted, it was no fault of my own... Our dogs were playing (see pictured group) and a group of 3 large, muscled pups (including my own) barrelled me over like a bowling pin! There I was sitting in goodness knows what (the ground has thawed and is quite mucky), fighting the urge to cry while three men looked on in total shock. I've gotten knocked over before... lots actually. But this time I wasn't getting up. I had to reset my knee before standing and get back inside - thankfully some ice packs have taken the pain away... okay, ice and some Naproxen.

Aries, Pablo, Tank and Conall (Aries had nothing to do with it!!!) :-)

I responded to an email from the wedding planner today. Turns out he hadn't heard anything from Mom and she never contacted him about cancelling. I'm just so over it now. It's just nuts this is still going on.

And, speaking of nuts... (nice transition, no?) ...my meeting with Dr. Madigan was less than encouraging. She wants to see me twice a week (despite the fact, she'd told me her practice was full), and doesn't think I'm capable of returning to work. For the the next month, perhaps longer; even though working is "integral to my recovery". She wants to change my meds and therapy intensity, which tells me I'm worse off than Dr. Philp (my fantastic G.P.), thought I was. Clinically speaking, I'm disabled.

...and the knee, now, too! This is karmic retribution for something!

So I'll be taking some new regimen of brain-hormone changing drugs and hope that the advice she lends me helps. As she has said, a big part of this is "letting myself, hear myself talk". I used to run my mouth all the time... it'll be interesting to get back at that.