|Ev's new sport: Kiteboarding! Go Evs!|
|Bartender! I'll have another! Make it snappy - I've got 1 week!|
I head back to work tomorrow. I'm disappointed that my knee is still quite painful and I'm a little concerned that it will continue to feel this way until I opt for the cartilage transplant - a surgery that I've already endured, a surgery that involves a long, gruelling recovery. I joke and laugh about it, but I'm pretty f'n pissed off. Osteochondrial Dessecans is a very rare condition. It only affects 1 in 300,000 women and German Shepherds (for real), which makes me...what? extremely unlucky? Rare? Is this a sign that I should be playing the lottery? I knew that there was a 30% chance that the condition would also affect my left knee, but I reasoned that I'd get a bye for facing the right knee with poise, persistence, and bravery. Not so much. At least I'm symmetrical? I worry that it'll affect other joints in my body and frequently lay awake at night wondering about my hips, my ankles, my elbows. It sucks. I'm afraid. I'm angry. In the meantime, as I head back at work to speech pathologize my little buddies, I will not be chasing runners. If my kiddos decides to bolt, I will NOT be pursuing runaway children through the jungle. I will lean on my crutches, wave goodbye, and sing Frozen's, "Let it Go!"
|Who's a good boy? Who's a good boy? Will someone just tell me the answer already?|