Me and My Knee

Home from the hospital. Or should I say, home at the hotel. I'll be flying to my real home tomorrow. None too soon. After this experience, I'm ready for my maddening, crazy, hectic home, and for my family. I miss them.

And I sure needed my husband with me. Turns out there was no torn meniscus. Turns out Angie's knee cap wasn't tracking which required a "lateral release". Meaning I'm in considerable more pain and walking with crutches.

Things at the hospital went as well as could be expected last night, considering I had enough pills shoved down my throat to start my own pharmacy, and finally, when they didn't work, two shots of morphine. Ouch.

This morning started out sucking and went downhill from there. Most problems were due to the nurse from hell. I'm telling you, Satin himself sent that woman on accounta' I'm becoming a good Catholic. He's just spittin' mad.

I'll write more about her later and my rather emotional state. Just wanted to let you all know that I'm fine and no longer drooling (well not much).

Thanks for all your thoughts and prayers. I love you guys!!