For non-US readers, "DL" is a common sports term over here that stands for Disabled List. And that's what I'm on right now after a nasty spill at the weekend that screwed up my already bad right knee even more. It didn't happen in any exotic way - I was loading some household stuff on the back of a pickup, and when I was done, I was standing on the tailgate thinking, "I must find a safe way to get down from here."
Well, somewhere milliseconds after my brain thinking it, I turned to figure out how to get down, and my knee just felt like it separated completely and twisted around about 90 degrees. Having seen the models with rubber bands for the ligaments, I swear my brain was visualizing what was going on inside my knee even as the excruciating pain was traveling up my nerves at approximately the speed of light. I overbalanced and fell off the tailgate, landing on wet tarmac. My butt and my right wrist took the load about equally. My wife, who was inside the storage unit we were emptying out, just saw the part where I was in mid-air and the crash landing.
Somehow, we managed to finish up what we wanted to do over the next couple of hours. I realized if I stopped that I'd never get going again, so we took stuff to the house and also managed to do a run to the dump (always fun.) Sure enough, it stiffened up pretty badly. I thought I'd be able to tough it out until Monday when i could go see my doctor, but I realized Sunday morning that wasn't going to work, so Sue ran me up to the ER. Five hours later, I exited in a massive Velcro brace (see picture) and with medications to take care of the pain. Looks like I picked the wrong week to give up Vicodin...
Well, I don't get to see the ortho surgeon until next week, but I'm guessing that surgery is up front and center this time around.
