About a week ago I came home from work to discover a pretty large branch in the drive way where Shawn's truck is normally parked. I dragged it to the curb and we went on with our lives. A few days ago, Shawn noticed a particularly large branch (pictured above) creaking. It hung directly over my car. So we left my car in the street and Friday evening Shawn decided to do some extensive trimming.
If you've been keeping up, you already know that this is a weak tree. See the post titled Weak Trees (I think) and read up on the branch that did fall on Shawn's truck. We've decided to get the whole tree down however, it can only be done little by little, because only so much tree fits on the curb and we only get trash pick up on the 1st and 3rd Friday of each month.
Saturday morning, Shawn was trimming what was left from the night before. He was worried the city might charge us for such a large pile so he was trying to make it appear somewhat smaller. (still cheaper than hiring someone, we'd agreed)
I was in here in on the computer when I heard him slam the front door and what sounded like him stomping around and groaning. I instantly imagined a pool of blood forming somewhere on his body and ran to the living room to find Shawn sitting in the chair holding his face. Oh God! I thought. He's cut his face, his head, or something!
"Baby, what happened?" I asked, near panic-mode.
After calming down, Shawn goes on to explain that he was lifting a large branch, but it was too big. While still holding the branch up, he took two steps backward and felt everything in his knee shift to one side, then after a couple seconds went back into place.
He fell to the ground immediately, said some pretty choice words (he hoped the neighborhood kids weren't out yet), and scared away all the birds.
I called the weekend clinic since the Emergency Room is usually a four hour wait and got him an appointment for two and a half hours later. I was getting some tissue so he could blow his nose and when I returned, he was sitting on the floor as though he had slid out of the chair.
"I [messed] myself up...." he said.
Shawn wanted me to take a photo so he could see the swelling on the LCD. This is a bad picture and was taken before his knee finished swelling up. The left knee is the one he injured and I know it's hard to tell because his legs are so thin. Looking head-on, I could tell there were things in his left knee that appeared to be--not right. It looked like something was not where it should be.
The doctor supposed a ligament and/or some cartilage was torn. He told Shawn to rest up for the weekend and if he absolutely has to go to work, just try to take it easy.
We originally had plans to have dinner and see a movie, a rare treat for us. I told Shawn I only wanted to have dinner so we could spend time together, spending the day in bed watching crummy movies accomplished that.
Awwww. I know, right? He's not walking very well so I'll stay home from church today. Bro. Bob was preaching today and I really wanted to go because it's so rare that Bro. Bob preaches and he's so good and funny!
That's OK. I need to keep Shawn in bed. Last night, he was just sick of sitting and if I went into the bathroom, he'd sneak off and "walk" to the kitchen. We had a couple near misses of him falling in the hallway. He is a total donkey. "Rub some dirt on it; it'll be fine," he says.
So I probably won't be blogging much for a couple days. I had all intentions of getting a 3rd column and the Inspirational section (I got some great jokes that a pastor's wife sent me!) up this weekend, but that probably ain't happening!
That's OK. There's always time to blog. I did tell Shawn, "You know, if you didn't want to take me out, you could've just said so. You didn't have to twist your knee!" (I was joking)
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