***edited 8:12 pm. the magoo is oink-free, though still fighting a fever. and as it turns out, i am not immune to vicodin; i just needed my doctor to prescribe a higher dosage. WEEEEEE!!!!!!!! and again, carry on.***

***edited 4:15 pm. apparently i am immune to vicodin. it has done nothing. and here i was getting all worried that it was going to make me hurl. my knee is still throbbing and i am in the process of figuring out where to go from here… tequila??? in other news, the magoo is at the doctor with a fever and getting tested for the oink. me thinks he will be coming home wearing a pig nose. ok, carry on…***

this may be my last sober post for a few days… thought i’d warn ya now. paul has gone to pick up a prescription for me for vicodin.

why? you ask…

well, a couple of nights ago i tripped over the magoo’s baby gate. i was on the phone with my friend, ro, discussing a book i am writing since she is my muse.

totally engaged in great conversation, i go to climb over the gate that i’ve climbed over a million times. i got about 1/2 way over the damn thing and then caught my foot on the handle of the gate thus propelling my body into the kitchen and landing on my knee bent backwards on tile flooring.

if i could recreate the moment for you, i would totally post a video, but seeing as i can hardly walk… well… sorry to disappoint.

so i do the whole RICE method (rest, ice, compression, elevate) for the last 2 days, pump myself up with advil and pretend to be an invalid so i can abuse my husband.

turns out my knee is worse off than i thought. the pain had worsened and after getting it x-rayed today, i learned that i tore two ligaments… something that will not require surgery, but will take time to heal…

and apparently pain killers.

i was told by the doc who saw me to stay off my leg completely until monday. ha!!! when i got done laughing at her, i reminded her that octoberfest is taking place in west annapolis on sunday and i play on attending, even if the magoo is pushing me around in the stroller.

and so here i am, leg elevated, iced… and eating a sandwich to prepare my stomach for the vicodin.

i’m not too stoked on pain killers. i didn’t take anything stronger than an 800 mg ibuprofen after my c-section. i know. *GASP* i’m not too excited about the ultra-loopy pain killers, ya know, given the whole being drugged and “rape raped” thing.

nevertheless, i have been told by some friends, who shall remain nameless that i should sit back and enjoy.

*snort*

and ya know what??? i’m home. paul’s taken off work for the rest of today and tomorrow… i may indeed just sit back and enjoy cuz my knee really fuckin hurts, yo.

so yay vicodin, and please don’t hold me accountable for anything i do or say or tweet or post for the next few days. kthanx.

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