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[mishka422]

Does anyone else ever feel like the moment you think you have things in order and you just might be getting somewhere, that's when 'fate' rises up and bashes you over the head while laughing maniachly (sp)?

So, everything was set to drive Marc to Albany on Sunday morning to start his 1 week CAP encampment which is required for him to promote any further. Saturday he went to the movies with friends and called me afterward to ask if he could stay and go swimming with them. My stupidity, I said yes. I get a call an hour later saying he's ready to come home but someone is going to have to help him to the car. He's hurt his knee. Oh yeah, great! He couldn't walk at all on it. We iced, ibuprofened, elevated....by Sunday morning at the time we would have had to get up to leave, the swelling was down but he still couldn't walk. So, instead of going to Albany, we went to the ER.

Fractured tibia. 6 weeks minimum immobile. ARGH!

If I could just run away, I would.

I'm so sad for him and so mad at myself for not listening to my inner voice that said not to let him go. Stupid.