Happy birthday to knee!

Happy birthday to knee, happy birthday to knee, happy birthday dear knee...! No, really. It's been five years to the day since I had my ACL reconstruction. And in just a few more days, it will have been five years since my ferret cake. (It's already been five years since the ferret dream.) And how are we doing five years post-op? Um, well, the knee is okay and the ACL is doing well (still robbing banks in my sleep, I'm sure, which is why I wake up tired sometimes!), but I don't think my body and mind really ever recovered. Part of my lateral shin under my knee is still numb. Nerves probably gone for good. And I just don't trust it sometimes. And, periodically, my knee still hurts. For no real reason. And now Vioxx is off the market!!

In other news of damaged people, I found out today that I didn't actually break Nathalia's finger (when she blocked my perfectly good front kick WITHOUT MAKING A FIST!!), but it just was jammed and then, evidently, swelled up and turned funny colors. Sigh. And all you white/green/brown belts out there - take note. Don't block kicks with open hands. Even black belts' fingers break when they meet legs at high speed.