Tuesday I didn't think she was going to make it through the camp. I told her that I would have to leave for about an hour while I went to get my temple recommend. She cried all the way from her Dad's house to the school. She didn't want me to leave and she would be scared. Thankfully some of the older Girl Scouts took Megan under their wing and she didn't even seem to notice when I left or when I came back. Since the sun was shining for the first time in a few days we took the girls outside to play some games. I had a group of Daisies (5-7 year olds) and was practicing different ways to throw and kick a ball. We got to the last game call Volley where the had to use different parts of the body to hit the ball. So we used our elbows, chest and butts. The girls thought using their butts was hilarious. One of the girls hit the ball back to me and as I tried to reach for it I went one way and my knee went the other.
I felt the pop but it wasn't painful. I knew that I better be careful. It was my bad knee that I had already had surgery on once. We finished the day. My knee was sore but I wasn't worried. That night it started to swell, so I iced it but I stilled wasn't worried. The next morning I woke up and my knee felt like it was on fire. I knew that something was wrong. I worried all day about what I should do. I don't have insurance, I didn't know if I should go see a doctor or go to InstaCare or the ER or just wait it out. When my Mom came home from school she convinced me to go to the ER. So after taking Megan to camp I went to the ER.
They took some X-Rays and poked my knee. The doctor, who was very cute, told me that I had torn a ligament. I would need to see an Orthopedic Surgeon on determine if I would need surgery. Until then, they put me in a knee brace and told me to stay off of it.
Now I wait to see what the surgeon says. I'm praying for NO surgery.
Now I wait to see what the surgeon says. I'm praying for NO surgery.



















