Blame It On the New Math?
So, I was out running the other night and twisted my knee on uneven asphalt. I kept running because it didn't feel too bad.
Probably not a good idea.
Five days later and the doctor confirmed a Grade 2 ligament sprain. That's somewhere between "it'll heal in a few days" and "shredded". It means 4-6 weeks of recovery time, crutches, a knee brace, lots of ice packs, and popping Motrin like Pez.
As expected, Captain Awesome is in love with the crutches. He was with me when I picked them up, and sat with them in the back seat while I drove home.
"Mom, they look like machine guns."
I tell him he can play with them when I'm not using them.
"Can I open them?"
I tell him he can, and I hear plastic wrap tearing in the back seat, then silence.
"Ummm......Mom? We might have a problem here. How much do you weigh? Because these crutches only go up to 300 pounds."