The true Adventure of yesterday did not make itself known until this morning, when I tried to get out of bed and all I could feel was evil, stabbing, screaming pain in my knee!!!

I’ll go back a bit. I didn’t mention it yesterday, because, I didn’t think it was either interesting or important, but while walking my Cat, I managed, gracefully, to fall down the steep hill in my front yard. Twisting my knee most horridly. At the time, I thought “MAN! That sure hurt!!!” and thought the same thru the evening, but since it was me, the laptop and Law and Order SUV on the couch, there wasn’t much pain going on, except when I moved, and I thought, “well twisted your knee walking your cat, silly girl, it will be better in the morning”

Or not.

By the time I got to work, I was crying it hurt so badly.

Merry Housekeeper and I looked at it. She said she thought it was swollen, and I said “NO! I am just FAT!” And she said, “Well, only in the one knee then”

She had a point.

This being a small town, I was able to call my doctor, Dr Dan, and nip (as it were) right on in. (for me to go to the doctor, it has to be BAD.) It seems I tore something, tho the swelling has go down before we will know the extent. It could be just a muscle. Or ligaments. Or cartilage.

They suggested crutches, Advil, and heat.

I suggested a bed in the ICU with morphine drip. We compromised with Advil with codeine, and it still hurts just as much, but now I don’t care.

Altho it is extremely embarrassing, there is some humour in being wheeled around the hospital and having people say “LORRAINE! How did you do this???” (small town, remember?) and replying “I fell down a hill while walking my Cat”

No one was able to keep a straight face.

Myself included.

Love and Pain,
Lorraine