I was eager to try out EA Sports Active 2 today, so I did a load of laundry first thing in the morning, ensuring that I’d have clean workout clothes. If all went according to plan, they’d be soaked with sweat by the time I was done. Turns out that even though things didn’t go according to plan, I was still soaked with sweat. Funny how exercising can do that to a person who hasn’t had a solid workout in many moons. Continue reading “Note to self: read the list of exercises first“
Scalpel… clamps… drill… screwdriver…
Yeah, I know, I only made it through the first prequel and my concerns about the flu, which thankfully only lasted about 48 hours. Now it’s almost two weeks after surgery. Whether it’s because I’ve been focusing on healing or because I’m lazy… once again, I ain’t gonna tell you. Suffice it to say that it’s time for a flashback.
Monday, April 26th, was “ACL Replacement Day”. My little brother Justin was at work, but both my parents and older brother Brent accompanied me to the hospital so they could sit in the waiting room while I was in surgery. And they waited. And waited. And waited. But I’m getting ahead of myself. Continue reading “Scalpel… clamps… drill… screwdriver…”
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RICE, RICE, baby…
I can’t believe I didn’t write any blog entries in March. God, I feel unclean… You all have my sincerest apologies, but unfortunately, I have an excuse.
This entry is going to be the short version because the full story could end up being… well, it’s not short. Lots of details, so here’s the summary: I was playing soccer on March 14th and someone kicked me just below my right kneecap. Very hard. It hurt, so I limped off the field and spent the rest of the game on the sideline. That in itself was not a big deal.
When my knee swelled up to the point where you could barely see my kneecap at all, that was a big deal. I spent the next week and a half Resting, Icing, Compressing and Elevating (and for some ungodly reason, I keep hearing Vanilla Ice’s voice in my head telling me to “RICE, RICE, baby…”). In that time span, I went to the doctor, then a knee specialist, had an MRI and eventually learned that the guy who kicked me in the knee sprained my MCL and tore my ACL. (Here’s a picture to show where the damage is.)
That throws the proverbial monkey wrench into my summer plans, but like I said, this is the short version. The most important detail is that along with all the RICEing I’ve been doing since the 14th, I’m scheduled to have knee surgery on April 26th. I don’t have much trouble with my knee while I’m walking, but sometimes I can feel it wobble a little bit. Trust me, it’s not a cool enough sensation to justify destroying your knee ligaments.
I know what you’re thinking. “He can’t play soccer and spends a lot of time Resting, so he’ll have more time to write blog entries from now on!” That’s a pretty solid theory, but if I don’t, I may have another excuse: I’ll be too busy banging my head against a wall to get Vanilla Ice to stop singing.
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Never say die!
If I remember correctly, February 2nd commemorates the 5th anniversary of me flying home to revel in my failure of being one of the four remaining Beauty and the Geek participants in the mansion. Okay, technically, there wasn’t much revelry—even if Scarlet and I had won the $250K, we wouldn’t be allowed to revel in our victory lest the producers take the money away and slap us with a big, nasty lawsuit. I wouldn’t think that going from victorious to penniless would inspire any festivities, but that’s just me.
The thing I’ll remember most about that day isn’t waking up in a hotel bed instead of my room in the mansion. It isn’t eating normal food instead of brand-name food with duct tape covering up the brand names. It isn’t even passing out on the airplane before the stewardess could tell me how to buckle my seat belt for the flight home. Nope, the thing I’ll remember most is getting off the plane. Continue reading “Never say die!”
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Man, that looks like it hurts…
[Originally posted back on March 5th, 2006]
I’d like to take a moment to thank The Powers That Be for making me a sturdy person.
I was playing soccer this afternoon and collided with someone. More specifically, my kneecap collided with his. You could hear the *CRACK* from across the field (at least I assume so—given that I was involved in the accident, I only know it was loud). He fell to the turf. I stayed upright, watching the guy hold his knee and roll around in pain. He needed help getting off the field. I stood around and waited for the game to start up again. Continue reading “Man, that looks like it hurts…”
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Ow ow ow ow ow…
Note to self: If you haven’t played in over a month, haven’t kept up a reasonable level of fitness and decide to join a pick-up game of soccer, do not try to run alongside the better players unless you like taking long baths in ice water afterwards.
