"If you are going to do something, do it right the first time."
I say it when someone scrubs the floor, but I find milk spots still there.
I say it when someone cleans up the lunch dishes but fails to put any of the silverware in the dishwasher.
I say it when someone cleans his room but leaves junk all around the edges of the bed.
I'm pretty sure they appreciate it.
They also appreciate the fact that I practice what I preach.
Unfortunately, I sometimes practice it even when I shouldn't.
Take, for instance, when I'm playing in a sport of some kind.
I can't play half-way.
I have to give it my all.
When a person is running for a ball, I have to beat him.
And when I do, I have to injure myself in fine fashion.
Do it right the first time.
I got the results of my MRI on Monday morning.
The doctor handed me a paper with a list of the injuries I inflicted on myself.
It was half a page, listed from most problematic to least problematic.
With the fist line, I knew I was in big trouble.
"Acute, complete disruption of the anterior cruciate ligament."
I ripped that ACL right in half.
The next two lines didn't sound much better.
"Obliqued tearing of the medial meniscus posterior horn that extends through both inferior surface and meniscus periphery."
"Vertical tearing of the lateral meniscus posterior horn near the tibial attachment, most likely representing a radial-type tear."
I tore my meniscus pretty good, too. In more than one place.
"Bony contusions...blah blah blah".
I have bruises on two bones.
That's the worst of it.
I done injured myself but good.
Normally, I'd say let's get this surgery booked ASAP. Too bad this isn't a normal situation.
(Here comes the secret part...)
In June, Bryan and I will celebrate our 20th wedding anniversary.
Two weeks ago, we bought tickets to go on a trip we've postponed for 16 years.
It was supposed to be a celebratory trip after he graduated from law school, but I ended up pregnant with Phoenix. He was due four weeks after the bar exam, so we didn't go.
Two weeks ago, we bought tickets to fly to London, England.
My flight leaves three days before Bryan's. He isn't exactly social, so I am going early in order to visit with a friend who moved there with her family last year.
And the agenda includes a stop to meet one other special person.
If I have this surgery ASAP, we have to cancel our trip.
Not a chance in H-E-double hockey sticks is that gonna happen.
According to the doctor, if I am a good patient, staying on my crutches and not trying to do all the stuff, I will be able to walk and have fun on our trip. I won't be able to do everything we might have done before, but I will be able to do plenty.
So, a good patient I will be, then schedule the surgery upon our return.
I am taking anti-inflammatory medicine, in hopes that someday soon I will be able to see my knee cap.
Apparently, the bone bruising is what makes my knee hurt the most, so once that heals I'll feel much better.
I will use my crutches at all times. I will park my rear on the couch with my foot up at every possible moment.
When I told the kids what the doctor said, Giant commented, "All I heard is that we're going to be doing a bunch of extra work for three months."
Smart kid, that one.
Have a lovely day!