For those of you who did not hear. The first week of August Brent was playing church ball. He had been playing pretty well all night and as the night was drawing to an end he thought he would finish off with a "sweet move." Little did he know that it would be the last "sweet move" he would make. When he called me on his home I thought that he was joking and that it really couldn't be that bad. It wasn't until the Dr. said that he had torn his ACL and cracked his meniscus that I realized that this was bad.
Brent had surgery on Sept. 3rd. He was very nervous for the surgery, (but he should have been more nervous for the recovery). The surgery went well. The ligament was replaced by a cadaver (Brent did request one from a Jamaican). When we left the surgery center they sent us home with some pretty cool equipment. One is called a CPM, it basically moves his leg for him. The other is a Polar Unit, which constantly rotates cold water keeping the swelling down. Pretty cool stuff.
Even though he was totally drugged up he still continued working.
When I was bringing Brent home we were prepared for almost everything, but not for what waited us at home. Our street had been blocked off because of a fire. In the back of the house we are renting there is a grassy revine that is there for flooding purposes. And there had been a fire. Luckily for us it stopped at our neighbors back fence. The police wouldn't let me pull into our driveway. The closest that they would let me get was in front of our neighbors house. The police and firefighters watched me as I helped Brent, carried the machines and Brynlie into the house. Not one of them offered to help. Whats up with this public service crap.
So once we got everyone settled I thought that everything was going to settle down just a little. But that would be too easy. Ryan started running a fever of 103.6, and I am not joking. And that is where the real fun began. A stomach virus hit almost everyone in the family. McKenely is the only one who has so far not been taken down sick. We are really keeping our fingers crossed that she won't. Cause it sure is a doozey.
So, to make a long story short don't knock on wood cause it will get up and smack you in the butt, (or the knee).
3 comments:
Wow, you life sucks right now. At least you have an adorable daughter! I REALLY hope I get to see you and the fam in a few days!
We are sorry that Brent can't go to the office to play darts... it must suck to play solitaire in the comforts of your own bed instead of at an uncomfortable office desk. We luv ya Brent! Get well soon and Happy Birthday.
You will be able to laugh about this in a year from now. Wish we were there to help.
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