Treading water

The results are in, and the Modern Love Machine didn’t just tear an ACL. He tore the ACL and both meniscuses (meniscii?) in his right knee, which means four weeks of physical therapy, surgery and crutches ’til sometime in June. Go big or go home, I told him. He alternates between declaring his knee is improving and breaking down in serious pain, so it’s going to be a frustrating two months, I have a feeling. I love him, and it’s hard to see him hurting, but I realize the best I can is try to make everything else a little easier on him.

Our social calendar continues to be full, which is a blessing and a curse. I will never complain about having more social opportunities than I have free time, but I am struggling to fully enjoy everything. Between working hard during the day and playing hard at night, my energy is totally sapped. I’ve done nothing tonight outside of cooking (and eating) dinner and typing this blog post, and I fully intend on being in bed before 10 p.m. I’m saying no to anything and everything social tomorrow, and then we hit the road for what should be a crazy day in Lexington, Ky., with an old pal who will be in town. There will be booze and horses and good weather. Judging by the 10-day forecast, today may have been the last day we see a sub-50-degree high temperature until October. I know I will be sad about that come July, but I’m ok with it right now.

the neighbors’ tree demands your attention

The contractor comes again tomorrow, after which we will have a plan of attack on repair and construction projects for the house. We’ll have a little less money than we thought to throw at those things after paying for the MLM’s medical adventures, so that process is probably going to get drawn out a bit longer than I’d hoped. We’ll see how that goes.

The posting will continue to be light for the coming weeks as I try to keep my head above water. I’m keeping a list of more thoughtful posts I want to write but for now just want the Modern Mom and the handful of other interested parties to know I’m alive, albeit not much more than that.

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