The immobilizer part 2

So I'm at work right now (clearly not working) and I've been trying to update my facebook picture, because even though I'm sure everyone can appreciate a big green dinosaur saying "I'm Win!" with pigeon toes, I put that up last week because I really felt like I wanted to be a T-Rex. But I don't really feel that way anymore this week, so it's time for the picture to change. So I was trying to think of what in the world I could put up as my picture and I'm really at a loss for what to put up now. I thought maybe if I do a google image search for something I'll be able to put a funny picture up. So I tried to search for Immobilizer, in great hopes that a professional wrestler wearing a neon yellow and fuschia spandex head mask would pop up, but no such luck. But this picture did...




here's my question...Why is this kid so happy that he's immobilized? I wasn't that happy when I was immobilized. What's so special about his?

Alright that's all I wanted to comment on today.

Thanksgiving....aaaaahhh

So it's thanksgiving again. And the nostalgic side of me wants to write about the awesome experience thanksgiving is in the Cordova family. However, all I would be doing would be copying and pasting what I wrote last year, so if you would like to get the whole experience, please see the previous posting.

Anyway, I'm not sure what to write, I'm home again and it's awesome and even though I'm fighting some congestion, I'm still having a really good time. My knee is starting to feel better, I even went to church today without the immobilizer. Partially because it was feeling better, but more because I didn't want to spend the morning with this conversation continually on repeat: "What did you do to your knee?" "I fell down the stairs."
"How did you hurt your knee?" "I fell down the stairs."
"Why do you have a brace on your leg?" "I fell down the stairs."

And so on and so forth. So It's still kind of tender, but it's getting better I think! Let's see...what else? Well I'm not so sure I have anything else to say, but I will conclude my Thanksgiving day Blog post with a little musical treat from Addams Family Values. This little number is from the scene where the campers perform Gary's production of "A Turkey called Brotherhood!" Merry Thanksgiving to all.

Eat us, hey! It’s Thanksgiving Day!
Eat us! We make a nice buffet!
We lost the race with Farmer Ed, so
Eat us, because we’re good and dead!

White man or red man, from east, north, or south,
chop off our legs, and put ’em in your mouth.

Turkey: Eat me!
Campers (singing): Sautéd or barbequed!
Turkey: Eat me!
Campers (singing): We once were pets, but now we’re food!
We won’t stay fresh for very long, so
Eat us before we finish this song!
Eat us before we finish this song!

The Immobilizer...

Jeff Bryant told me that I need to post up or give up. Therefore I am posting. Well...man, here it is, a very long time since I've posted last. I'm sure lots of things have happened that I could talk about, but in the past however many weeks it's been, one major thing in my life has happened. I almost died (literally) last Thursday November 10th around 2:45 when I, a dilligent worker for the Anderson college admissions office, was on the job. I was upstairs and it was time for me to go downstairs to put the pins in the out of state map to mark where students had applied from so far. Anyway, so I grabbed the big cup of pins and I had my list and I was going to walk downstairs to do the map. Let me interject briefly by saying that the Admissions office is in a former house and there is a big set of hardwood floor stairs that I walk up and down every time I go to work. ANYWAY, So off I set to put the pins in and I was at the top of the steps and I put my first foot down on the wooden step, and suddenly I realized that my footing was not sure, so I reached out and grabbed for the railing...yes that's right the same railing that much to my dismay has been loose/broken. Well, cut to the chase, I fell down the stairs...fell and roll and hit and tumbled down the stairs...all the way down...every step...every hardwood step....with the giant cup of pins in my hand....yep...pins....the sharp kind. So that's what happened last Thursday. I was technically "OK" meaning that I didn't suffer any major head trauma, and though I was ridiculously sore and stiff, I could basically walk. So then the bruises came and I'd like to tell you that my tale ends here and that I am ok now. But unfortunately, my tale is a sad, and long, and drawn out one.
I went to the nurse the next day and she told me to ice and rest and elevate it and we would see on Monday. Well I was pretty bruised and beat up, but what was most troubling was my right knee, which was the worst bruised and though my entire knee hurt badly, there was one spot on my knee that I couldn't touch at all because it hurt too bad. So my mom was worried about that and told me I should go get an X-ray. So I took my poor beaten up self to the ER on Saturday afternoon and they took X-rays and they said they came back negative so I was good to go (well...relatively) and I should just keep resting and icing and elevating and treating it with motrin. Well I did that, and then the school nurse called me and wanted to do a follow up and I went in on Wednesday the 16th and as soon as I walked in and showed her me knee she said "That doesn't look any better" So I was a little disappointed, but it really hadn't gotten any better. So she made me an appointment with the AnMed Family practice center and it was there that I had the single worst doctoral visit of my life. I won't go into it too much, because it was really frustrating, but basically he charged me 10 bucks to tell me I was fine and just keep resting and icing and elevating and motrin-ing it. Quick side point, but hey, if resting and icing and elevating and motrin-ing hasn't been working for the past week in any way, it's probably not going to help now. Arrrrgh.
Anyway, so after a lot of frustration and tears and calls home to mom and dad, I ended up going to a specialist who gave me a stronger prescription and a brace called an immobilizer and a scheduled appointment for next week. He's still not completely sure what I did to hurt it so bad, but it's still not broken, but if it's not better when I go back, I have to get an MRI of my knee and they have to check in case I didn't do something to the back of my kneecap, which is a possibility. The doctor said he was "cautiously optimistic" that I'll be fine. Whatever that means. Anyway. So now I have an immobilizer and I've decided that if I were ever to become a professional wrestler, that would be my wrestling name, "The Immobilizer" So there you have it, that's where I am now with my knee. I was trying to keep the whole falling down the stairs thing on the down low, but now that I have a giant brace that makes me look like I have elephantitis on my right, it's getting harder to keep it a secret. People have been really sweet about it, but I'm starting to wonder if investing in a sign that says what happened wouldn't be easier than me trying to explain the story 18 times a day. Although, my friend Mark Deer did say that he was gonig to make me a button that says "Knee Braces are sexy" He's funny like that. Well I think that about sums it up as to what's been happening with me lately, or the one big thing anyway. So All in all, I just want to say..."I AM THE IMMOBILIZER....FEAR ME!"

Just kidding. I'm pretty crippled right now.