My knee got locked up last night. As in, just like 13 years ago, I was doing something totally random and in an instant was rendered a cripple. We went to the Emergency Room, and after a good drugging the doctor straightened it out. So now I'm in an immobilizer cast and on crutches. I can't see the orthopedic surgeon until Friday afternoon.
So Mike gets to cook Thanksgiving dinner, with me hobbling around trying to help. I don't know if I'm in the mood for turkey though - I'm rather liking my diet of Valium and Percocet.
So what's Mark Wahlberg's excuse? Was he all drugged up too? Public urination in broad daylight? Really?
That's hot.
1 comment:
Yikes! You can be thankful for your Percocet!
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