Over the weekend, I got to hike up onto the top of this rock, also known as Deer's Leap Overlook, in the lovely hills of Vermont. I've got a thing for climbing onto rocks and watching the world from on high. A good time was had by all. And "all" consisted of me and my ever-lovin'-Kristie, who is a wing-nut from the word go, but always a good time to run amok in nature with. So, half way down the mountain, I managed to slide off a rock that I thought my foot was squarely planted on. And then there were three distinct echoing pops. And next thing I knew I was on my tuckus writhing and wincing in pain with alternately escaping through my clenched teeth, "Owie owie owie" and "fuckety fuck fuck fuck". Kristie, in a feat of great heroics, managed to get me to my feet and saw me the rest of the way down the mountain and then she kept me drunk for the rest of the weekend as I elevated and iced my sprained knee. None too pleased about how much my body is betraying me. At least I got a nice hike out of the deal before the wheels came off the bus.
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...and any excuse for an extended drunk is nice, right?
Sounds like a bitch. But the rock is impressive.
Nature'll do that: slap you down, I mean. The body didn't betray you; the rock did.
Jocelyn: I'm a geologist dammit!!! The rocks are supposed to be on my side. Now I feel doubly betrayed. Perhaps it's the natural world retaliating for my short lived career in mining. Why are all the fun things bad for your health?... booze... ribs... mining... now hiking!
That's why I don't climb mountains;)
Seriously, hope you get well soon!
Art: You might be on to something. If only I had your kind of foresight.. Thanks for the wishes. [she said with an icepack on her knee]
Have you been for x-rays? If not you should. Can you walk or put weight on it? Did I tell you I am a Doctor? Professional consultation by email is my specialty.
Eddie: I suspect you have a bit of experience with sprains having done ample time on the rugby pitch (and I'm sure several others). I've not been for films but I'm going home tonight (finally!) and seeing a doc (who isn't just an email consultant) is on my todo list. I can walk, but I've got a mean limp. I've been telling people it's an old war injury from the Peloponnesian War. Think they believe me?
I wish my doctor kept me drunk to enable me to recover.
Hey Knudsen: I went to see the doctor today. He gave me vicodin to ease my pain. He probably wasn't anticipating that I'd be well lubricated with ethanol to begin with. It'll make for an interesting recovery.
vicodin...the food of the gods...hope your knee has mended! thanks for stopping by...
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