Thursday night, Monica headed down the stairs to go to bed. I heard a loud pop, and she dropped and started screaming. Her knee cap popped out of place. I helped her to bed and gave her some ice. This has happened several times in the past, and by the next morning, she's a bit tender but better.
Not this time. Friday, she woke up saying, "Ouch" and crying. I took Natalie to school, and then Monica and I went to the Dr. We were sitting there when they opened, and they worked us in. He heard the story and looked at her swollen knee and said, "Oh no. I'm not touching this. She needs to see an orthopedist. It is NOT normal for this to happen, and if it's happened several times, you need to find out why." Her appointment is a week from Monday, so for now, she's gimping.
Last night, 4 of my good friends came over for a girl's night in. Melodie rode with me from work, and then we stopped in Oak Grove to pick up Tammy. A quick side trip through Bates City to get Missy, and my Neon full of giggling women came home. A bit later, Rhonda stopped by. She has a margarita recipe with limeade and beer. Weird, but it's a DANG good Marg.
We talked, ate junk food, had some drinks and generally goofed. I hang out with pretty low-key, relaxed people. We just laughed and enjoyed ourselves. I had asked Tammy to bring Apples to Apples with her, so we played that, too. More laughing.
Rhonda went home after a while, and Greg picked up Tammy around midnight. This morning, I woke up around 9:30 and thought that maybe I should get moving. We went out to Mom's (Melodie wanted to see the stuff she reads about in mom's blog.) Then we took Missy home, and headed 4000 miles South to Melodie's place. Maybe not that far, and it's a beautiful drive. The sun even peeked out a few times (for the first time in 7 days.)
I have great friends. Awesome friends. I had an incredible time, and I've been smiling all day, thinking about it. We have to do it again, ladies. But not tonight. LOL I'm in my bed, under a blanket, watching NASCAR Race Day on SPEED, drinking a happy-hour Sonic drink. Ahhh, nothing like 1/2 priced diet cherry Coke.
I'll probably be right here until morning.