This weekend, my mom, who is in the best shape of any person I know of any age, messed up her left knee while ski-instructing.
She's had x-rays and an MRI, but they haven't been able to analyze everything yet. They gave her crutches, and she borrowed a cane from someone. And she's flying to Miami tonight, for a conference. Thinking about NOT taking the crutches or cane! I scolded her, and told her to baby herself so it doesn't come back to haunt her later.
It breaks my heart to think of her bruised and even a little broken. She's so active--tap dance, skiing, yoga, step, you name it. She's my mom and she's supposed to be invincible.
I went through the same thing when my dad finally had his knee surgery (college football injury), when I was in college. I visited him in the hospital (he was at the one at my school), and it was awful to see him looking all sad and hurt. A few months ago, he had surgery on his other knee, or his foot? (he had a broken toe for thirty years!), and my stepmom told me about his medicine-drugged wanderings of the house and telephone talks.
I don't like worrying about parents; I used to scare myself and cry, thinking about that when I was young. It's too, too sad and I can't take it. I'm tearing up right now. Stop that!
With that, my good friend N is having a surgery tomorrow morning. I'm visiting her after school with her bag and a DVD and flowers, and maybe Mr Cute Teacher.
Again, think happy thoughts for all of my loved ones. Thanks. :D