I Don’t Have a Leg to Stand On
I’m busier than a one legged man in an ass kicking contest. Yup. That’s me. I’m the one legged man. And I’m getting my ass kicked.
You know how some families over-share with those embarrassing annual family letters?
I mean, I’m looking at one now, staring at photos of absolutely unrecognizable people, asking “Who the HELL are these people?” (Although as I look at this closer I see that this letter DID go to the wrong address. ) Whoops. Sorry. My bad. I’ll just tape this up here, and here…..
Well, anyway, here’s my “over-sharing” holiday letter ~
“It was a dark and stormy night…” and I took a monster header down a steep muddy embankment in the pouring rain just after dark a week ago. I stepped on a patch of mud on the steep pitch in front of my next door neighbor’s house that was slicker than greased butter. (I know. That’s not a very good analogy) Before I even had time to think “Whoa, I can’t believe it’s not butter!” I was off my feet and in the air. One second I’m walking through a deluge, just minding my own business, taking in the evening air and then BAM! next second I’m rocketing downhill at the speed of light, like an Olympic luge racer, except for my left leg, which I left behind. Long story short ~ I watched in amazement as my left leg twisted into impossible shapes like a balloon at a children’s birthday party.
Fast forward ~ one week later ~
My physician calls with my MRI results. My ACL looks intact, (Which is wonderful.) He says I have an ACL like the steel cable that held the Hindenberg Zeppelin to the docking station ( No, wait ~ that’s not a good metaphor) but that my cartilage is toast ~ which makes me crave butter and honey.
My orthopedic consult was initially scheduled a month from now ~ A month? C’mon ~ seriously?
Of course an injury like this at this point in my life gives rise to many concerns and questions. One of the things that concerns me is that after only a few days, I have stopped asking most questions. Always one to ask “why?” or “how? or “what if?”, sadly, now I just seem to bark “Where the fuck is my cane????
Another of my burning questions is “How will this impact my fun?” I want to know whether or not I’ll be able to do a scheduled 5 day canoe trip down the Green River in Utah the first week in April. I’m one of the last of the hard core hopeless romantics and eternal optimists, but I’m looking for a shot of reality too. If the trip was tomorrow, the only way I could even get in any kind of boat would be for a Viking funeral ~ carried in a supine position by Viking maidens and set aflame on Seneca Lake while my cocker spaniels, Chauncy and Ollie stand at attention on the cliff and blow “Ricolah” from those really giant alpine horns. The Green River and Canyonlands is the real deal. It’s one thing for me to try and go all Robert Mitchum but another thing to possibly put the other 3 in my party at risk just because I’m trying to use up my last gram of testosterone and we’re out in the friggin’ middle of the marmot infested Utah wilderness and I’m suddenly all Burt Reynolds in Deliverance with my broken femur lashed to a canoe paddle while some one toothed hillbilly named Festus takes potshots at us from the cliff dwellings and my compadres are trying to haul my sorry ass out of there day after day.
But, I’m getting ahead of myself….
To prove that thing about the squeaky wheel….I guess whining is a good negotiation tactic. I whimpered and moaned my way from a consult a month away to tomorrow at 9 AM. (I hope I can get up in time!) Actually I sent an e mail. (I might have exaggerated just a teensy weensy bit.) I think I kinda described how I was using a rattlesnake as a tourniquet to staunch the bleeding from my femoral artery? (Too much?)
I guess my karma’s come back to haunt me.
“C’mon ya big baby, ya still got one good leg. Get back in there.” (Mike Maxwell – Legendary (in his mind) Youth Soccer Coach )
At least I have the internet to help me research this (and also scare the absolute bejeezus out of myself , overwhelmed by creeping paranoia as I self diagnose every other malady I come across in my scholarly Google research. For instance, I had no idea you could get those insidious brain eating amoeba from a knee injury. Who knew?
Sometimes ignorance is bliss. In the meantime, rehabilitation starts right at home in Big Skyy Country.
(and I don’t mean Montana.)
December 17, 2012 at 9:54 pm
Uh oh! Time for Reiki holograms!
December 18, 2012 at 1:27 am
Absolutely! Thank you so much. All channels open and ready to receive! Love you!
December 17, 2012 at 10:04 pm
The bad news is that your injury may require an invasive repair procedure. Better news, a rehab. program….. For the knee of course. Best news, if the former is chosen they now fix ya up with a small tube like instrument rather than a meat clever like they did in the good old days.
Heal fast and well my friend.
December 18, 2012 at 1:30 am
Thanks buddy! At this point I need rehab for the yogurt covered raisins I bin gobbling. Addictive? Pffft! Just a little!
December 17, 2012 at 10:18 pm
YES! “Sometimes ignorance is bliss. In the meantime, rehabilitation starts right at home in Big Skyy Country.
(and I don’t mean Montana.)”
December 18, 2012 at 1:33 am
I know you’re from Montana ~ and I almost put a comment in like “you know who you are” as a tip of the hat, but I thought it would look too close to “stalking!” Haha! Thanks for reading and responding. Love your stuff and value your comments!I’ll toast you on my next trip to Big Skyy Country tomorrow morning..er…I mean evening! 😉
December 18, 2012 at 8:01 am
Mike–So sorry to hear about the one-legged man status. I hope you are up and running real soon. Lisa
December 18, 2012 at 2:17 pm
Just got back from a consult. I should be good as new in 4 to 6 weeks (well, maybe not “new” per se, but at least back to where I was!)
December 18, 2012 at 1:01 pm
I hope you get some good news. At our age it takes a little longer to heal than we would like. I was enjoying reading this – thought it would be a rather funny story — well, I have to say I still enjoyed reading it – love your metaphors!
December 18, 2012 at 2:18 pm
On the road to recovery as we speak! Thanks! 😉
December 18, 2012 at 11:57 pm
The only way I could laugh more was if you have this translated in italian; but never mind the translator will ended stealing every part of your “Subliminal” message….!! Recover gear is on your way….!!
December 19, 2012 at 1:42 am
Thank you so much for taking the time to read my rant and to offer such articulate comments! Very much appreciate it! 🙂
December 20, 2012 at 4:45 pm
Upon coming home after a fun filled time with 2/3 of your family, I was feeling down. I said to myself,what can I do to cheer myself up. I KNOW..so i read this and laughed so hard that Dom thought I was crazy. I CANT BELIEVE ITS NOT BUTTER….PRICELESS !!!
December 20, 2012 at 7:35 pm
Glad you liked it. Thanks so much for reading and commenting!