idiot girl strikes again

yesterday was my annual treck to the emergency room. this time, for my left knee. this is what went down:

mike woke up in a pissy mood--his tooth hurt, he was grumpy from the bad gym-going week, etc. and when he's pissy, i take it personally (hard not to when he's such a grump!). so he was getting ready to leave and i was in the shower and he came in all mad and asked when i would be ready to switch the cable box, so i told him to give me a sec. i rushed out of the shower and threw on a towel and ran down the hall to help him, and my foot slipped and i twisted my knee so hard i thought i was going to die. really. die. hurt as bad as when i broke my arm die. so i pretended that it wasn't that bad, he left for work, and i sat on the couch wet and freezing because i couldn't move.

i finally hobbled to the phone and called kaiser and the advice nurse said, "you're on fosamax, you may have broken something. get to the er." so i called my m-i-l (woke her up) and she had to take me over because it hurt so bad i couldn't drive. after four hours and two sets of xrays, they determined it's soft tissue damage. my knee is now the size of a softball, and i have crutches to get around on. but--no cast and no break!!!!

oh, and mike felt so guilty because he knew it was partially his fault that he showed up at the er. a tech was wheeling my back from radiology on a gurney and said a "tall, handsome man" was looking for me.

then last night we went to centro for dinner and i got drunk on mojitos and momentarily forgot the pain. that is, until i woke up at 4 a.m. and couldn't get back to sleep because it hurt so bad.

glass is half full, i'm looking at a two to three week recovery. glass is half empty, it will still be bad after a week and i'll need an mri and possibly surgery to fix whatever i did. obviously, i'm hoping the glass is half full.

and to top it all off, i went for a glorious run yesterday morning.