I re-injured my knee (same knee-third time) last night. I am not sure how since I haven't done anything strenuous recently. But today I am able to move around the house with about the same amount of ease as when I was 9 months pregnant with my twins. Ugh! Last year when I injured my knee for the second time, I had Mario around to bring me breakfast in bed and take care of all the household chores and kids. Now that he is gone, I have Zachary to take his place. Nathan doesn't believe a knee injury should keep me from making him cinnamon toast for breakfast. Zachary gladly said he would do it for me. Zach has been my little assistant this morning and I am very grateful for such a compassionate son. I just wish he could drive and take care of all my errands today. Mario thinks I should just cancel everything including take the boys to school today. I have to make dinner for someone that just had twins last week. Thank goodness Erin will be able to cook for me.
I called the doctor and because several doctors are deployed, I can't be seen on base. They wanted to send me to urgent care which is pointless because urgent care will tell me to take Motrin, rest, and see my regular doctor as soon as possible. I told the apt line that it was a waste of my time to go to urgent care. So they said they would send me a referral in about 4 days so I can call a doctor off-base when I receive my referral. So maybe sometime in May I will get to see a doctor. If this is any indication of what life is going to be like under Obama, than I can only pray for a change in government soon. I am going to push hard for the surgery this time so I can have this torn meniscus taken care of once and for all. I am just not sure how to have knee surgery while Mario is deployed. Recovery would be impossible.
I did get some good news today. An NCO in Mario's office told him today that Air Force can't keep them in Afghanistan for longer than 193 days. So Mario should be leaving a few days earlier than I thought. I think he has to depart by August 26. So if flights are quick, he may make it home by last day of August. I won't hold my breath. At any time these regulations could change.