In our family, I'm usually the one getting hurt - and often at very inconvienient times.
However, today it was my husband's turn, and he managed to score the most untimely injury yet.
He tore his ACL during a fight (sanctioned) at Phoenix Raven school. Just how bad the tear is remains to be seen (he's in the ER now awaiting the results of an MRI). One thing, however, is clear: no Phoenix Raven for him. He can't complete the last 4 days of the training. If it's a complete tear, then surgery is warranted. Even if it's an incomplete or partial tear, surgery may still be needed and even if there isn't any surgery involved it takes longer than a couple of days to heal. He's not going to be able to graduate with this class and this is the kind of injury that will prohibit him being invited to try again.
Fuck.
Just when I think we've got a plan together, the cosmos throws a wrench in the works and everything's up in the air again.
He's resigned to it, he said. He knew as soon as his knee buckled and he heard a popping sound that he wasn't going to be able to complete the class. I don't have much of an option other than to be resigned to it as well; it's happened and that's that and there's nothing I can do about it. At least he's still in the military. At least we still have a house to live in, a wage coming in so we can feed our family. On the grand scale of things, Raven was a relatively small thing.
It sure seems pretty big right now, though.
P.S. 'Miah, if you read this, will you please call me? I can't find your number.....