Downhill

So you know how I was so optimistic about a new month? That February was going to be so much better than January? Well folks, we made it to the morning of February 2.

February 1 was a glorious day. It was warmish (above freezing). The sky was clear, blue and sunny. The mountains were breath taking. Brielle had a friend over for a fun play date of making Shrinky Dinks.

And our friends called that afternoon to invite us and other friends to join them in a suite they got for the night at the Jazz game. Sweet! 

Then that fateful Saturday morning came. Everyone had their list of Saturday morning jobs to do and were working hard with the "cleaning CD" music blasting. Scott came to me and told me he thought he should go play church basketball with the Elders Quorum. He said it was the last game of the season (he hadn't played any other game), the guys had been texting him to come all morning and he felt like he should support them. So off he went.

And he came home with a very hurt knee. He got "tangled up with some other guy" and they both went down. We weren't sure how bad it was so he continued helping with Saturday morning chores (limping around). But later, he was getting into the van, put some pressure on it and completely collapsed in the seat. He was in intense, excruciating pain. It was so scary. Neither of us knew what had just happened and what to do about it. We went to Instacare which was a big mistake! They said, take some ibuprofen and go see an Orthopedist.

So, on Monday morning we visited the Orthopedist and then an MRI and discovered that Scott had torn his MCL in his knee. He also completely blew out his ACL. He will have surgery February 20 to have a donor ACL replace his. He'll have to do some pretty intense physical therapy and the recovery will take about 9 months.

For now he has a huge brace on his knee and kind of hobbles around the house until his leg hurts too bad or gets swollen and then he has to be down again. I was upset at first about how much this was going to cost (we switched to a high deductible plan last month). Then I was sooooooooooooooo sad that we couldn't go cross country skiing or snow shoeing or hiking for a long time. Now I am realizing that this injury means so much more. It's hard for him to sit all day at work so he feels uncomfortable, sore, in pain, swollen and frustrated all day. It's hard to walk around or go up and down the stairs so he just can't help with the kids and house as much. It's just a bummer all around.

At least he has his Princess pillow. It's the only pillow to elevate him properly. And it's cute and soft.

I feel so bad for him. Poor Scott. It just hurts so bad and he can't do anything. We keep saying though - at least it can be fixed. It will be okay, eventually.