So I've spent absolutely the entire day on the couch, pillows under my knee, ice on/ice off. With the occasional walk to the bathroom.
This sucks, man.
I did have the sense to remember that my computer is a laptop and therefore portable, so I've got it here with me. Only enough room to hunt-and-peck, what with my knee up, so I'll keep it brief.
It hurts when I walk, or when I shift the wrong way, but is otherwise quite bearable. I slept very well last night, too.
My darling K has been bringing me food and ice packs. We watched about 8 episodes of Project Runway Season Two. Gotta gotta love that kid.
The Hubs, ever strange, asked me first thing this morning how it was, and then his job was done. He has not even asked how I'm getting to the doctor tomorrow; even assuming I could drive, which I think I could, we took his car in for service, so we're down one. So happens that the Chum has offered to take me. (Thank god somebody retired. My sister is herself recovering from some recent surgery.) I know mwn are weird, but honestly, sometimes I think mine takes the prize. He is very good with the emergency room visits, though. Maybe I should have gone yesterday after all.
Okay, that's it. If there are typos, I'm leaving them.
