Yesterday J and I went to St. Louis over the weekend to do some wedding planning and to hang out with my family…Also so we could shop, which we did a lot of. J got some great deals at the outlet malls on swim trunks for the honeymoon.
When we got back home to the farm I decided to go help him move some gates so they could move the calves tomorrow. I thought I was just being helpful and it would be fun. When we were done we were going to go fishing. The plan went as it should, aside from one, painful little detail. The gate fell on me. Knocked me in the head and crushed me to the ground. I don’t remember a lot of it. J pulled the gate up and I crawled out. Then he was trying to help me walk over to sit down but my legs kept giving out and I couldn’t walk. Eventually we made it out to the ledge so I could sit down. But man, it took a good 10 minutes for me to feel comfortable even sitting up straight. The very heavy gate hit me on the head, then as I fell, landed on my collar bone. I held a lot of the weight on my quad, which is good because those are very strong. However, my knee was twisted inward.
We ended up still going fishing — we didn’t catch anything though. When we got home and started getting ready for dinner I could definitely start feeling sore and bruises coming on. Little did I know that things would get worse this morning. I can barely put any weight on my knee. I can bend it and straighten it, but I can’t really walk. Guess I’ll bring out the old RICE tactic and if it doesn’t get better in the next few days, go to the doctor.
Hope you all had a better weekend than me.