My Surgery Struggle

Holy crap. It’s been five months since I had surgery. This post has been a long time coming, and so has the re-start of our blog.  We got a little busy there at the end of the year but now we’re back and we’re college sophomores!  Let’s kick it off!

Back in February of 2014 I was finishing my basketball season and I jumped up for a rebound and landed badly.  My left knee popped and felt all wrong. We went to the clinic and the doctor told us it was patellar tendonitis.  Looking back now, she should have ordered an MRI because:

a. popping is a huge indicator of ACL tears

b. an MRI is the only definite way to diagnose a tear

c. basketball is the highest risk sport for girls to tear their ACL

I did physical therapy for about two months and got back into sports where I found the popping had come back.  It would happen periodically, swell up, and then go away after a few days. There was nothing I could do. But on October 23rd it popped out again while I was at school.  Only this time I wasn’t playing a sport, it just buckled.  I started panicking because I knew this time was worse and I had to take the trains home.  It’s a wonder I made it without crutches.

Mom scheduled me an appointment at the sports clinic again and we saw the same doctor.  This time she ordered an MRI, but I didn’t get the results until after I was back at school.  Both my meniscus and ACL were torn, the kicker being that there was none of the regular bruising that comes with an ACL tear so they concluded I’d torn it months earlier.

While waiting to see the surgeon I slowly weened myself off the crutches because, let me tell you, they are a super b%^&$ on campus.  The surgeon explained that my meniscus was sandwiched between my knee bones and putting weight on it was doing more damage so crutches were a necessity.  There were two extra horrible things about that fact:

a. There’s nothing you can do to replace a meniscus if it’s shot

b. Why the heck did my first doctor not tell me that when she read the MRI?

I immediately got back on crutches (ugh) and scheduled surgery for November 23rd. Two days before the operation I found a sore on my leg that required antibiotics and which prohibited me from having the surgery for at least three weeks.

At that point I had to push it to December 19th and crutch around for the rest of the semester, which was really the worst part. So I finished my exams and sat at home, following all the pre-surgery instructions. When we still hadn’t gotten a call about my assigned time mom called and asked.  They said, “You’re not on the roster.”

To which my mother replied, “That’s a bunch of boo-hockey. Why not?”

Claiming we didn’t turn in the necessary forms, they omitted us from the schedule.  The screwy thing about that is how my mother specifically asked what we needed to do and the nurse said, “We can take care of it all.”

Being too late to argue about it, we just rescheduled. Again. At first they said I couldn’t come in until January 7th, which was a problem since I was supposed to be back at school by then, but mom managed to finagle them into December 29th (phew).  Even then I had to miss my first week of school, which put me pretty far behind.

But the 29th came and I FINALLY got surgery!


Now I have two screws in my leg. I spent a week in a machine that moved my knee for me and another month on crutches (totalling over 3 months in all). Now, entering into June, I’m five months post-surgery and going strong.  I’m still in physical therapy for another month or two, but I’m okay with that.  Rehab is a lot of work, but it’s taught me numerous valuable lessons and provided a starting line for some exciting personal developments.  What developments, you ask?  I’ll tell you next time.

Mich out.



*WARNING, Images included are not for those with coulrophobia.*

Once there was only one man living on Earth.  He heard a knock on the door.

dun, Dun, DUUUUN!

    There are so many scary stories out there, it’s difficult to choose just one to tell!  I’ll save us all some time and just link one of my favorite twisted websites here.  Good luck sleeping tonight 😉

It’s fitting that I’m posting today because I fully believe that HALLOWEEN IS THE BESTEST HOLIDAY EVER!!!  It’s rather unappreciated.  I love it because: a.) chocolate, b.) fall, c.) playing dress up, and d.) scaring the crap out of people.  Somehow I managed to score all four during my job at the Haunted Forest in Ames, IA this year!  As painful as it is to drag myself out of my cozy dorm room, the reward is so worth it.  Yes I get paid (and they give us candy) but I thoroughly enjoy making people scream bloody murder while losing control of their bladder (that happened; it got a little awkward).  My role for the past month has been a psychotic clown in a fenced in, abandoned nursery set up.  Truthfully, I picked this character because a ton of people are afraid of clowns and I might be slightly sadistic.  Whenever I’m hiding out of sight, ready to jump out and laugh (giggle) maniacally, I listen to the visitors entering the nursery.  “Oh I hate clowns!  They’re so creepy!”  When I hear this, the crazy little clown in me jumps up and down in a happy dance.  Some people are lame and just look at me, almost annoyed that there’s a clown in the way.  Others bury their faces in the shoulder of the person next to them to avoid looking at me.  The rest, my favorite, run screaming for the tiny exit.  🙂 I honestly enjoy this too much.  Sometimes there are children (don’t understand why) who look absolutely terrified so I back off.  I witnessed a girl (probably in high school) burst into tears she was so afraid.  There are also people who had full on panic attacks and had to be guided by one of us actors to the end.  We are ranked as the scariest haunted establishment in Iowa. They advise that you not come alone.  We’re open every weekend in October as well as November first.  Even though it can get down to freezing temperatures at night, I stay warm by jumping around and chasing visitors.  People have asked what my favorite scare is.  I’d have to say it was last night.  This guy was leading the line through the section when I jumped out in front of him.  After jumping and screaming, he tried running left, then right, then he spun around in a circle and turned and gave a bear hug to the guy behind him.  He rather resembled a character in a Scooby Doo series or something.  Definitely hilarious, I wish I had caught it on camera!  Overall this October has been pretty Spooktacular.

This is what the customers see when they enter the clown cage.  That's my roommate, she also works there as a clown.

This is what the customers see when they enter the clown cage. That’s my roommate, she also works there as a clown.

Here's a rather disturbing baby crib...

Here’s a rather disturbing baby crib…

This is me as a clown on a headless rocking horse :)

This is me as a clown on a headless rocking horse 🙂

Here's an eerie shot of my roommate standing by the creepy crib.

Here’s an eerie shot of my roommate standing by the creepy crib.

This is exactly what I looked like riding the bus home after work.

This is exactly what I looked like riding the bus home after work.

-Frankie :-*

P.S.  My actual Halloween costume is an undead pin up girl.  I love pin ups!

P.P.S. Yes, I did my own makeup every night.