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We decided to take a break from tradition for Thanksgiving this year. Instead of being in a relative's home and working on a nice belligerent drunkenness (read, while slurring: "You know what your problem is?!) we decided to go out to eat.

Judging from the parking lot at Home Town Buffet, so did everyone and their dog too. It wasn't too bad. I managed to wade through the white trash parade and actually get a decent meal. Afterwards, my best friend, my uncle, and I decided to head to the bar he used to work at for drinks and several games of pool.

After several pitchers and games of pool, I was ready to call it a night. We dropped off my uncle and, as I was dropping off my friend, he reminded me that there was another party that his friends were throwing and he wanted to be dropped off there. No problem, it wasn't out of the way.

I dropped him off at the coffee shop that his friends own, which is where the party was taking place. I went inside to use the restroom because my bladder can only hold so much beer for so long. On my way in, I saw a girl that I have started to get to know and wouldn't mind getting to know a little better (wink, wink. nudge, nudge)

I stopped to say hello and she told me about the "after party" that was going on at a house just around the corner. I asked if she would be there and she said she would and that I should definitely show up. YES! I was gonna score. I could almost taste it.

One problem, though. I had to get rid of my mom. So, I told everyone I would be back, jumped in the car, and raced back to my place where my mother's car was waiting to take her home. Now, don't think that I was just kicking my mom to curb for a piece of ass. She was ready to go home and had asked me to take her to her car so she could.

After a quick breath and b.o. check I was back on the road headed back to the party. I got there just as everyone was leaving to go to the after party. The girl who I was hoping to score with was leaving to, but not to the party. In fact, she now seemed upset and didn't know whether or not she would make it over there.

Figures.

Oh well. I drove all the way back out, I might as well go and enjoy myself. That's exactly what I did too. As the night came to a close, I was ready to leave and so was my friend. However, the host of this party finaly emerged from where ever he had been, now that we were the only two left. Not wanting to be rude, we decided to stay a little long and hang out with him.

For reasons that I can't recall, The host of the party and myself decided to give my friend a martial arts demonstration. Things were going fine and we were both interjecting the philosophies of the various styles that we had both studied.

That's when it happened. I was explaining something to my friend when this guy grabs me from behind and takes me down. As I fell, I heard a snapping and a popping and figured it was my back as it had been tense for sometime and I was twisting as I fell.

I did what I always do when I get hurt, I laid there repeating the phrase "I'm okay. I'm okay. I'm okay", And the more something hurts the louder I talk. So, I'm laying there practically yelling I'm okay over and over again.

After a few minutes the pain was subsiding. I decided to stand up. I just wanted to go home at this point. As I tried to walk an intense pain shot through my leg and, in an instant, I was back on the ground. My knee cap had slid out of place and I had to pop it back in.

This scenario would repeat itself 3 more times before I finally got to a doctor the next morning. They took x-rays and gave me a prescription for vicodin (I love them) and gave me a leg brace that prevents me from bending my left leg. This also prevents me from driving as I have a standard transmission car.

So, for about the past 2 weeks I have been stuck at home. The only time I have left was when I went to get my mri's last monday. I'm about to lose my mind. Also, no one seems to really know what the problem is. One person believes that I torn the ligament that holds the knee cap in place and another believes that I fractured my tibia. I'm supposed to find out for sure when I meet with an orthopedist this coming Thursday. They'll also let me know whether or not I'll need surgery.

I'll be so glad when all this is over with and I will never again participate in drunken martial arts demonstrations.