I woke up Wednesday with the inside of my knee hurting. I thought it was my MCL, I remembered seeing the MRI with that Pac-man bite out of it. But Dr. Frush would have fixed that. Maybe it is just sore. It continued to hurt the rest of the day and I was glad that I was going to ATI!
Once I got to ATI, I told Brad. He pressed my knee to see where it hurt the most. Turns out that it wasn’t my MCL; it’s my adductors. He told me that they were tight. He bent my knee and began rubbing the inside of my knee. I’m not sure how we started talking about Seniors graduating but conversation shifted as he really rubbed the inside of my knee. Brad is younger than I am but he still laughed when I said dreamily, “To be a senior in high school again!”
Then I told him my embarrassing “Summer after Senior year” story; I’m not sure why, maybe because I miss my Dad. I prefaced my story by saying that my Dad was a Vietnam Vet. After graduation, I spent the summer hanging out with my friends and NOT coming home for dinner. I was going to WMU in the fall which was on the other side of the state, I wasn’t going to see them!
After a few weeks of me missing dinner with my parents, my Dad woke me up one day and told me that he would make me breakfast and that he wanted to talk to me. My Dad made the world’s BEST omelets so I was NOT going to pass that up! I got up, washed up, and rehearsed my story in my mind. He just didn’t get it! He never went away to college! He started breakfast and I sat on my hands in his chair. He may have said something simple like I NEED to come home for dinner. i started kicking my feet then I went I went off on my monologue saying dumb things like, “I’m going away and things will NEVER be the same as they are THIS summer! I am going away – TO THE OTHER SIDE OF THE STATE!”
It was here that he stopped me in my tracks. He took a step away from the stove, pointed the spatula at me and looked me in the eye and said, “At least you KNOW you are coming back!” I immediately stopped kicking my feet and my breath caught in my throat. I looked back at him in silence; he took a step forward and continued making breakfast. I don’t remember what breakfast tasted like that day but I was NEVER late for dinner again that summer. How could I be SO DUMB?! He went A LOT further than the other side of the state! Now, what I wouldn’t give to taste his omelets or to have dinner with him!
I asked Brad why it hurt so badly. He shrugged and told me that it was tight. I asked why and he told me that after surgery, muscles get tight. Oh yeah, I just had surgery. I’m STILL REALLY limited! I can’t get into the front seat of my car. I spend my time at home, sitting in a recliner with my feet elevated and my knee iced. Brad hooked me up for ice and stim. and my knee felt better.