Tripped Over Bear and Injured Knee

As is tradition, whenever I get really pissed about something I post it to the website. It's a tried-and-true method. I try to post the good things in life but don't seem to get to them as often because when it's good I'm out enjoying it. This paints the picture of me as a raging lunatic, which is probably fairly accurate, but not very cool... the ladies don't dig the lunatics, dig?

I present this disclaimer by way of introducing today's entry:

Xxxking, goddam Xxxt ass luck today. Walking down the stairs I trip over Bear who's nestled under the last step at the bottom where I can't see her. I stubbed three toes into the ground trying to not put all of my step onto Bear once I realized what was happening. My toes are bruised. My knee has a brush burn on it. Not big injuries, but the combo was enough to piss me off mightily.

Bear, Pupper and Bug will now pay the price outside. Little bastards. Yes, I'm being vindictive.

I went about my business on the computer, thinking that this was basically a superficial injury and that, despite my anger, everything was cool. When I got up I realized something was wrong.

My knee is swollen and very painful. When I fell my knee slammed into the ground pretty hard. Now it's "notchy" when I bend it... it creaks, if you will. And it's painful, beginning to swell. Walking is difficult.

I can't tell you how much this pisses me off. Well, I suppose I'm trying to... but my words can only communicate so much. I just paid the entrance fee for the Cartersville Century last night. Now I probably won't get to do it because of my knee. It wouldn't be smart to put in a long hard workout after a trauma to my knee. I had knee issues all last year. Don't want those again this year.

And it's even more frustrating given the zen-like run last night. It just felt great and was a ton of fun.

So I'm pissed off at the world today.

A reader of joereger.com may decide that I don't want to workout long on the weekends... that I'm making up excuses and creating reasons not to. That may be the case, but only on a subconscious level. On a conscious level I've spent the last two weeks planning on the Saturday Sufferfest.

I'll see how it feels tonight and tomorrow morning... if my alarm even wakes me up... sheesh. What a crapfest of bad luck surrounding weekend workouts.

Dogs have water and shade outside. I'll take some anti-inflammatory and put some ice on it.

Yes, I know it wasn't their fault. I'll let them in once it reaches, say, October... and not a minute later... you have my word. 2006.

I really have nobody to direct my anger at. It's just a dumb sort of thing to have happen.

Suck.

Signed,

The Tall Skinny Raging Lunatic with the Website

Update 2:27PM: The pain has changed and is now a lot more of a shooting pain whenever I walk... a lot more intense now. I've taken ibuprofen but it appears to still be swelling. No, I'm not being a Drama King.