Tales of My Own Stupidty

So, Copper went and gave me inspirado, so now I feel inclined to share with you one of the dumbest things I ever did...to myself, anyway.

Perhaps you remember how I told you all about that asshole from Archbishop Curley and my subsequent knee injury. No? Refresh yourself here.

Now that you're back, allow me spin you a tale of that same bright (if acne ridden) young face a couple months later. As I said, I eventually had my screwed up knee scoped, or had arthroscopic surgery for the uninitiated. Went like a charm. Doctors even commented afterwards that a good deal of damage had healed by the time they went to clean up the debris.
I had it done outpatient, so as soon as I was mostly lucid, I was outta there. I was wheeled out to my parents mini-van, and the orderly started to help me in to the vehicle. Bah, I said (I don't think I actually said bah), and got in myself, amazed at how little it hurt. Awesome! I went home, and upon the advice of the doctor, and the fact that I really wanted to, I went to sleep.

A few hours later I awoke...and I had to pee like a champ. No sweat. So, I swiveled my legs out of bed, planted, stood...and OH SWEET MOTHER OF MERCY! Down goes Raeke! Down goes Raeke!

Newsflash, smarty pants. You, only hours before, had 3 incisions in to your knee, and a probe inserted inside rooting around. You thought you could walk earlier because you were still mostly anesthetized. Now, you're relatively drug free, and you can't put the least bit of weight on your knee. Now haul yourself back up to the bed, and grab those crutches, dumbass.

Lesson harshly learned.

Though, one of the best feelings of my life was 3 days later when I got the initial dressings taken off for the first time. I've never had a major broken bone, so I'm not positive, but it's probably akin to having a cast taken off. Man, when that air hit my skin...oh lovely. Of course, then I saw how gross my knee was...I mean, it was shaved. I'm a hairy guy, even then. That's my knee in the picture.

I bet you thought I was talking about the surgical incisions. Yeah, those were pretty icky, too, but it was still much weirder seeing only my knee hairless.