Well, I done did it again.
On Friday afternoon, I just finished some things with my computer, and I got up to put something away in the closet.
I opened the closet, opened a drawer in a unit that we have in the closet, and the contents of that drawer fell on me with such force that I fell over and was pushed to my bed--
But I knew that I had damaged my left knee again, because I couldn't move my left leg without intense pain.
No one was home--my wife had gone to.pick up my son at work--and I called her to tell her about what had happened, and she got him out of work a little esrly and rushed home.
I called my doctor, who told me to get over to his office ASAP, and when my wife and son got home, we rushed over there.
I knew the diagnosis right away: I had torn my quad once again, and after looking at xrays, the doctor concurred about what I said and he pretty much laid it on the line.
My knee can be fixed, but it might be more extensive surgery, and he could make no further guarantees.
I later scheduled an MRI for Wednesday morning, so we won't know much of anything before that.
There is really nothing more to say about this situation, other than to say I am upset, frustrated, and flummoxed about my incredibly bad fortune.
I will never give up on myself--it is simply not my nature--but I honestly don't know why these things are happening to me, and why "The Nightmare of 2023" continues without end.
If anyone has any explanations, I am willing to listen--
But is somebody sticking a voodoo doll of myself with pins?
I am willing to believe anything at this point.
I will be back on Thursday with the latest chapter of this saga.
Stay tuned.
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