I have a torn meniscus.
Who knows just how I did it. And no my Cherished, it wasn't when I kicked Tony down the stairs and busted his nose. 8
Wait. I'm innocent on that part.
I was at a concert, but one of those type shows where I wasn't in the mosh pit.
I was sitting all nice and quiet at our table, trying to enjoy badly made cranberry-vodkas celebrating our first anniversary surviving marriage, and trying hard to ignore the rude people next to us (thank the lawd they left -- it was too loud for them. Tsk.).
Hm. No pretzel-like sexual positions later. (Damn)
I woke up the next day with a blown knee.
So, now I play Hamlet and consider ---- surgery or no surgery. My boss seems to think I can check in the day before Thanksgiving, have the surgery and be back at work that following Monday.
He also believes in the tooth fairy. I crushed him when I informed him that Santa was not real.
It's really sad when the TENS I got for my birthday was for ------------ physical therapy.
~ gimpy talena
