USU Spring Break.

This Spring Break was going to be a boring week without Alex. (Mexico Dental Club service trip) Little did I know, I was in for a treat. On the Sunday night before the break started, I was at my parents house and we were just about to kneel for family prayer. Right as my mom starts to say the prayer, I feel one of the WORST feelings in the world. My knee pops when i'm kneeling, and when that happens, the torn part of my meniscus gets caught in my joint. Owie.

My knee had been popping quite often for the last few years, and I had an MRI about a year ago to see what was going on. A torn meniscus was the diagnosis. I was told I could go on crutches for 6 weeks to see if it would heal on its own... and that never happened. (My wedding was only a month away and there was NO way I could go on crutches when I could walk fine!) I am pretty positive that I tore my meniscus sometime my senior year during cheer... and i'm sure it has just slowly gotten worse with skiing and all the other crazy things I do.

Anyways, back to this painful moment while kneeling during the prayer. When it pops, I know exactly what has happened and I know it's going to hurt like a bugger to pop back in. (I had experienced this feeling many times and it always scared the crap out of me to straighten my leg again) I am kneeling and silently freaking out as I wait for my mom to finish what seemed like the LONGEST prayer ever. Right as we get done I can't help but burst into tears before I tell my family what had happened. I have had my knee pop before, but this was even more painful than previous pops. My little brother Steb had the exact same surgery 5 weeks earlier and all he could say was, "Sorry Ling, I know exactly how you feel"

I finally manage to struggle onto my back and i know I will not have enough balls to straighten my leg, so I tell my dad he is going to have to pull on my leg to straighten it. We count to three and he pulls hard on my leg. And normally at this point I would hear a loud and nasty popping noise and it would feel better. Well.... not what happened. My leg was stuck in a bent position. And of course I am hysterical at this point. I don't think I have been in more pain in my life.

Luckily Steb and my dad are already planning on going to the Goble's after family prayer. So my dad carries me out to the car so Marlowe can take a look at my knee. Once I get down to the Goble's, I lay on the couch and Marlowe sees how panicked I was and doesn't tug on my leg too hard, because I am already in so much pain. He has his wife Michele go on a search for a numbing shot so he can numb my joint. 45 minutes later she comes back with a gigantic needle. After the shot was in, my knee was completely numb and Marlowe could maneuver my knee around to un-pop the torn part. When it finally got un-popped, I could stand right up and my knee was numb for the next day.

We scheduled surgery for the next day! I spent my Spring Break healing from the surgery. Filled with lots of throwing up, physical therapy, icing, crutching around, and more throwing up. All without my hubby. I am sure glad I had my mom to take care of me for the week! I had 6 weeks of crutching around with a big lovely brace, but I am so happy my knee is on the mend.