Some reassembly may be required

I'm not sure why, but in my 29th year by body has decided to betray me.

Not unlike a high percentage of the men I've been with, it promises strength and a willingness to get me through the hard times.

Then it stops doing what it's supposed to and leaves me flat out on the ice.

Sigh.

Saturday at our game I thought I had actually made it through without any knee issues. Then the third period happened. The other team is populated by girls who aren't exactly the best on their skates. Bad skaters equals a dangerous situation for everyone else. With about 13 minutes left in the game one of their players and I went after the puck at the same time. She lost her balance, leaned on me (all 4'11" of me) to catch herself, caused me to lose an edge and down I went. With a pop. A very loud, audible POP.

Damn knee.

I was in more pain than usual. So I just laid there. And cried like the PMSy girl I am. I hate when I do that. Soon my coaches were out there to help. They knew what to do. Pull and twist to the opposite side. It popped back in. Gross, I know, but that's what you do with a bum knee like mine. Especially when it happens so frequently.

So instead of going shopping at the mall like Jeanine and I had planned (she was injured too), we joined the others at a wonderful little Italian place in South Philly called Marras. If I can ever find my way back there, I'll definitely eat there again.

Yesterday at the Lobster was rough. I wore my brace and the knee was nice and swollen. I was slow and apologizing at every opportunity to my tables. I was hobbling all over the place between the kitchen, the bar and the back room. God I hate that job somedays. O.k., most days.

Today I'm attempting work without the brace. The full time is a sit at your desk and stare at your computer kind of job, so I won't be on it too much. Tonight, assuming I still need to go to work (we're supposed to get 6-10" more of snow) I'll probably try without it.

Guess it's finally time for me to meet with my new doctor, huh?