Coyote Gulch
We squished in the car, packed all our bags and drove to Escalante. The trip was supposed to be 3 days of fun and excitement in the beautiful Coyote Gulch. A memorable spring break trip. That wasn't what happened.
This is what it was like before.
Chris, Nick, Kim, Alaina, Me, Christine and Jake
Then Jake decided to step funny, carry too much weight and be a complete idiot and we ended up with a torn ACL and one messed up meniscus.
This is the after.
Jake somehow screwed his knee up to the max. We went to the tiny clinic in Escalante, UT. The couldn't do anything but prescribe pain killers. We picked up the pain killers. We went to a doctor in SLC. He couldn't do anything but take x-rays. We talked to a doctor at The Orthopedic Specialty Hospital. He wasn't a surgeon. We talked to the surgeon. We had to wait a few days for surgery. So finally, April 3rd rolled around and Jake was able to get surgery on his damned knee.
So instead of an ideal spring break trip, I ended up driving this cripple to and from SLC, around Logan and taking care of him post surgery. I shouldn't complain, we spent a lot of quality time together. And, by quality, I mean drugged up time. He was a great patient and I'd like to think I was a decent nurse. Surgery went fantastically. He was in a full leg/no movement brace for about a week. Then crutches along with physical therapy and now he is almost back to normal. I'm glad he got it done - I can't imagine the pain. But what a lousy way to spend the spring and early summer.
The sexiest shorts at the doctors office. Visit one.
Pre surgery. Obviously not on drugs yet.
Also pre-surgery, although it's hard to tell.
Showing off the swollen/shaved knee and hospital gown.
Ready to rock this surgery.
This is real. Messed up on the drugs. He looks dead, but not really.
And this is the first week after. Swollen had gone down but the bruising was gnarly and the smell... well just say I'm a fan of showers.