I did it again last night.
Nope, I didn't throttle a BMW driver, I fell on my knee at roller derby practice.
Now the back of my knee is swollen and painful. I don't know if it's better than having my kneecap swollen and painful, but the end result is that my mobility ain't whut it used ta be. I guess it's a good thing that because of the holidays we won't be having practice for the next two weeks, so my knee might get better. Here's hoping, at any rate.
What cheezes me off about it is that it happened during an exercise where someone was supposed to stay with someone else to keep that someone else from doing her job in the pack. Welp, that someone didn't stay on the someone else, so the someone else nailed me hard when I concentrating on a third person that I was supposed to prevent from being effective with her job. Make sense? Thank gawd for ice packs and medicinal margaritas.
We're waiting for the plumber to come by. Our kitchen sink has been filling up with water from the washing machine when it drains. I think that's indicative of a larger problem. The husband tried the Liquid Plumr route but it didn't work. He wanted to try it again, but I insisted that he call the plumber and have 'em do it right. Last thing we need is having the toilets start backing up on us on Xmas day or something! Besides, I have a buttload of laundry to do. The plumber's already an hour late. Bastard. I have laundry to do, dammit!