SWAN DIVE

I have already received four angry calls about my Facebook post last night and today.  As it turns out Hockey is not allowed five weeks out of surgery.  Of course I blame my doctors for the oversight.  I specifically looked at my restrictions....no lifting, no driving, no pushing a grocery cart, and the list goes on.  But, "No Hockey" is mentioned anywhere.  Either way, most restrictions are lifted at 5 weeks.

I brought my son to the outdoor ice skating park and in the warming house he asked if I wanted to skate with him.  I just happened to have my ice skates in the back of the car and as a hockey mom, there are always sticks and pucks back there as well.  So off we went and it was glorious.

Let me just say I can skate.  Where I am from, everyone can skate.  I grew up in those cute little skating outfits and my dad even flooded our backyard and made a rink every year.

My son and I were skating on the area that has no walls, just a mound of snow surrounding the ice. We were passing the puck back and forth and I missed it. I went to grab it out of the snow and got too close. I tripped on the snow and went down face first. I was unable to get my hand in front of me to soften the blow and landed on my chest...hard.  It knocked the wind out of me.  If I am to be completely honest I would tell you that I saw Mr. Eckhoff pull up and I was trying to show off a bit. I was looking his way and wasn't watching how close I was to the side.  (Does that possibly make it HIS fault?)

So, we loaded me up in the car and I refused to let my fall ruin a perfect night of family fun. We headed to Zorbaz for pizza, which is conveniently located less than a block from the park.  After all, doesn't a Zorbaz margarita typically make all things better?

I called my doctor this morning and I am sternly told I need to go in for scans on my chest.  I am told I should have went into the ER last night.  I'm just a little annoyed by this all.  And I am reminded by my wonderful sister Kim and and again by my equally wonderful friend Lisa that I am a dumb ass.  My mother didn't come right out and call me names, but lovingly (and loudly) called me by my full given name....LAJEANNA RAE!  I may have once again proven that I am possibly the worst patient ever.

However, in between these loving and encouraging calls I will be once again checking my discharge papers. Because I am positively sure there was absolutely no mention of hockey restrictions.  I am sticking with the fact that had I been told that hockey was a big No No, I would certainly not be in this predicament!  I mean that graceful swan dive couldn't have possibly been MY fault!!