Acorns will kill you and they damned near killed me. At least for the last couple days I have wished I was dead.
I was sweeping the leaves off my sidewalk. I only had like a foot deep of them so I thought maybe I should get rid of a few of them. It is a sidewalk I rarely use so that is why leaves are allowed to pile up. I almost get finished sweeping. Amber and Ken and the kids are in the backyard playing. I step on this pile of acorns and they rolled like marbles under my feet. I almost went down before I caught myself. In doing so, something "popped" in my knee area. Like on the side of my knee. The pain was terrible! I had to sit down and then I couldnt get back up. After quite some time and help I got inside the house and to my recliner.
I thought it would ease up. I thought it would be okay. I thought wrong. It just got bigger and bigger. Amber and the kids left. I went to sleep for like 15 minutes. I woke up and I couldnt do anything and the pain was a lot worse and my knee was the size of a football. So Amber came and we went to the ER. Nothing broken but possibly a torn ligament. I dont think it is a torn ligament because other than a lot of instability, the swelling is going down and the pain is easing.
Have you ever been immobile? I get to my chair and realize my cigarettes are across the room. I get up and hobble to get them and hobble back. The lighter? Where the hell is my lighter? And Im going to need a drink. That requires a trip up the spiral staircase that is a death trap even on a good day. I get all that done and realize I need to pee. The lights need to be cut out on the porch and the dog needs to be fed. Get all that done and I sit there and wonder if the upstairs back door is locked. To hell with it. Locked or not I aint going back up.
I have actually skipped a couple meals to keep from having to go up the stairs. I cant even imagine I would ever do that.
The last few days have been difficult but they are getting better. I wont have to take all my pain meds. Which brings me to another question. When you tell a doctor Loratabs make you sick and you will need phenegren to take with it, why would they prescribe 15 Loratab and 10 phenegren? Does that make sense?
Not to me.