Shinny Knee

It’s funny how the unexpected happens. Last night at this time, I’d kissed my healthy husband goodnight and waved him off for his weekly two hours of late-night pick-up hockey, and tonight he is climbing the stairs behind me with the help of a crutch, bruised and broken … literally. Apparently, in the midst of the game, his skate “caught an edge,” the ice was soft, but the boards were not, and he struck knee-first, fracturing his kneecap. In an exclusive interview (okay, with me), he said he knew as soon as he hit that it wasn’t good. I woke after 11 to the sounds of someone clumsily prowling the house, and had a smallish heart attack whilst confronting the “intruder” on the stairs. Exclusive photographs of the “shinny knee” below.

One More Thing
Eleven Months

2 Comments

  1. Yeuch. Poor Kev. And, Carrie: how does one have a “smallish” heart attack?

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  2. Funny: the word I had to type to post my comment? “Hydne.” Hide. Knee.

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