I've Had Worse. Tis a Mere Flesh Wound.

So remember how I had that QD tournament and damaged some relatively crucial (lol) structures in my knee? My guess was patellar dislocation and at least partial LCL tear. I guess I'm pretty convincing, because everyone who checked me out just tested those things and figured I was right, but it was probably more severe than previously estimated.

Thanks to my connects at BYU, I got an MRI and an Xray super fast on Monday. Skipped all my classes, but I still got brownies from Rob (as promised). Turns out I tore my ACL, dislocated my patellar (tearing my MPFL and chipping the back of my patella), fractured the lateral condyle of my femur, and severely bruised my tibial plateau. If you were wondering. Surgery is on Thursday.

This is really happening, people.

In an effort to decrease muscle atrophy by upwards of 20%, I've been hitting the rehab pretty hard. In an effort to fend of the crippling depression, I've been hitting up the Roney's pool for some cardio and forcing myself to hang out with friends, who somehow tolerate my saltiness.

This kid kept taking my picture when
I was trying to rehab. Chump.

Between doctor's visits, Hannibal and I went out for burgers and ice cream. I like her a lot. She's a great friend and a wonderful mother.

Taylor, Alexis, Tyler, and I went out for late-night snacks. Which I left before we got to the cliff-edge relationship talks in favor of an early bed time. I hope they all make the MLQ team and visit me in Phoenix for their tournament.

I officially accepted my job there, btw. Holla back. It feels good to have a plan. And he just laughed at my injury and said I could do rehab with all our ACL patients. Wonderful.

Chris, Anne, and I went to Emily's birthday/grad party. We ate ice cream and smashed a piñata and were very sassy. We introduced Chris to Lonely Island's "Threw it on the Ground". Then got some more food at Wendy's. I like these people.

We needed some small children to pick up the rest of the candy for us.

Greg, Hannah, and I went to Tucanos for my birthday meal. The waitstaff was subpar, but the food was good. We even got a chocolate cake to go. Because now that I can't really exercise, Hannah can make me fatter than her.

Then Hannah and I went to swim. It was nice, the cardio. It makes my heart (physical) happy and my heart (emotional) happy. Didn't even pee once.

I probably did something Friday, but I can't remember besides rehab. I probably changed between watching New Girl, trying to study, and washing dishes in our mess of a maison. Studying is hard though.

Me, fending off the crippling depression.

Saturday I swam again with Brandi, a colleague and fellow ACL surgery candidate. She's up on the table on Tuesday. PRones was actually there and we broke his gate. JK it wasn't us.

Greg and I went food shopping and I fulfilled my dream of getting a dipped Macey's ice cream cone and riding one of those electronic carts. Which were not made for a Naomi-amount of groceries.

In all her glory.

I played Hand and Foot with the ladies. Mandy and I crushed by 4K+ and didn't even cheat. Which is surprising. For me. We also ate lots of chocolate and said what we needed to say.

Sunday I went to Trey's ward at 9 so that I could go to his game day at 12:30 so that I could meet his GF. Convoluted, yes. Luckily for me, the delightful Jacob Pettingill (and all his friends that I know from balling out with them) are in that ward as well. We hung out and learned about pornography and had a grand old time.

Then I finally met the GF (after 3h of being at church with her??) when we played Protect Your Assets. Which I didn't like because people kept stealing my stuff and Trey got really salty about me cheating. Whatever. Do you even know me? Lol.

Finals are gonna suck. But they'll be done by Tuesday at 1.

My face when they told me I was actually injured.