DQ

So the fall was not disastrous. I mean, to me it was. But, you know, I'm ok. No surgery. No snapped ligaments, torn muscles, broken bones or even anything sprained (although I am feeling still pain I don't think I'd be feeling this much better even with a moderate sprain).

Xrays came back fine and showed nothing negative.

More ice skating for me? Maybe next season. I'm not going to push hurting my knee again. Not that I think I'd fall but I still can't bend my right knee all the way yet. Wouldn't make for fun skating or feeling sure of myself. I'm not a drama queen by any means (well, maybe a tad) but dang that made life stop for a minute or two didn't it? Fur real.

Lord let life resume, please? I have dubbed the Oldest DK. And his cousin has been dubbed (by me) DQ. I guess I should hold the mirror up in front of my face for a minute-eh? Phew. Done with all that and moving on. I refuse to use the crutches (we have two pair; don't ask) and I'm skipping doses of medicine. I need to get over this and my body can do it just fine on its own! Positive thinking. Right? Shhhh. No comments from the peanut gallery please.

;)