Zane's head is much better but his knee is not healing.
It's huge right now and he has so much fluid on it that we need to get something done about it.
I am concerned that he is out for the season, and we have all been just hoping it would get better with heat, cold, anti-inflammatory medicine and elevation, but it isn't healing up.
Saturday night I looked at it and realized we needed to get him into the doctor right away, so we took him to urgent care first thing Sunday morning.
And Urgent care was worthless, but they did tell him pretty aggressively to stop playing rugby until his knee is better, that it is making it worse by still going to practices. They told us he needs to see a specialist because it should be better by now, not worse. They took Xrays and said nothing was broken and that was a good sign, but this has been really hard on everyone emotionally- while I hate all of the driving to practices, we love going to the games and cheering Zane on and we love how happy the sport makes him.
I have a referral for a sports medicine doctor from someone I trust in the ward and I hope with all of my heart that we can get Zane playing and out of pain before this whole season is just over.
While we waited at Nothing-Is-Urgent Care, I needed to take a pill, so I looked over at the sink and was glad they had cups for water.
I took one, filled it up and took my pill.
Matt looked up at me and his jaw dropped. He gave me the strangest look and said "did you just drink that?"
""Yeah, I had to take a pill. Why are you looking at me like that?"
He pointed to my cup, now turned and showing the writing that was on the opposite side:
I give up.
I am not cool anymore.
I need to just accept it.