The Accident

It was a typical trip to the grocery store yesterday. Kamryn was pushing Owen in the cart while I grabbed things off the shelf. It was somewhere between the soup and rice that I went down... I went down hard. A fellow shopper saw it all go down and asked if she could help, but I politely declined and said "Oh, I'm sure I'm fine!" Then I realized that I twisted my knee all pretzel like and the tears started welling up. That was until I heard Kamryn's voice asking me if I was okay. I obviously had to "pretend" that all was well, get my tail off the floor in aisle 4 and hobble out of the store. Kamryn was able to run down a couple aisles and get the last few items on our list. I stood in the aisle cursing the darn puddle that just caused my wipeout. Not cool. We checked out of there and I hobbled my way to the car.

It was only then that I assessed the damages. My knee looked like a giant marshmallow, but hard. I couldn't bend it, nor straighten it. Sweet. Now I had a car full of groceries and a 30 lb toddler that doesn't walk. I called Carson and he said "did you file a report at the store??" Do people do that? What kind of report? I called the store and told the manager that there was no way I was unpacking the kids and coming back in right then. It's been 24 hours and I'm off to do that. I'm not going to sue the store, but they have to have reports on file of all injuries.

Here's the beauty of a swollen knee today. Notice the scars from my ACL repair in high school. I re-tore it a few months later but it never bothered me. I have a feeling that it's going to come into play now. Bummer. Thankfully, I just so happen to know an amazing orthopedic surgeon whom I nannyed for. I called him and he's on vacation at the beach. He told me to get in with one of his partners (tomorrow at 8am) for an MRI and Xray. He'll be back on Tuesday and we'll go from there. Meanwhile, I am to stay off it and ice it. Ha. :) Easier said than done. I have no idea how I am going to do this.

I can hobble off and on but it hurts like a son-of-a-gun. Owen is especially needy because he just "knows" I am off my A-Game. Kamryn has been wonderful as always and she runs up and down the stairs for me. I have to crawl.. it's sexy.

My mom had her knee replaced last year and just so happened to have this cool ice machine that has continuous cold rushing through it. So at least I'm not messing around with ice cubes and frozen packs. Carson is going to work this week because what am I going to do if I need surgery??? Yikes. I just won't think about it now.

We're off to rent some movies and file a report at the store. At least Owen has a handicapped placard. That's going to come in handy. And how lucky for me that I damaged my left leg so at least I can drive with the right?! :) Looking at the bright side.