Because it was my birthday, and because I'm still a young spry thing, I decided to go skydiving. It was so amazing! There's a little place out in Rexburg that takes you up. They run you through the whole thing before you go into the plane, and you do a test run simulator, so you know what cords to pull and all that. They send you out with an instructor, too, so that you don't get hurt.
Well, we were up in the plane, and I was a little nervous. It was time to jump, and I made a little "eeeee!" noise. But once I was out there...holy cow! It is the most amazing feeling! You're falling, but you don't really feel like you're falling. Then it came time to pull my cord.
I pulled...and nothing happened. I tried again, and nothing! I started to freak out. My instructor, Bill, who was holding my arm tried to get my emergency cord to pull, and still nothing! I was going to die.
But then, at the last second, Bill wrapped his arms around my waist, and pulled his cord, and we made it down to the ground. It was kind of a bumpy landing since the parachute was carrying two of us down. When we landed my leg twisted a little, and I hurt my knee. Nothing to be alarmed at, but I had to use crutches for a couple of days and get it checked out.
Okay, I really, really wish the above story was true. It's not. Except for the hurt knee thing. Friday Pete and I went to get haircuts, and as I was stepping out of the van my knee buckled under me. I wasn't jumping out, or leaping out, or doing anything cool. Just...getting out. I rubbed my knee a little, tried to get out again, and I couldn't put any weight on it. I could bend it, but not straighten it. The doctor said, "Well, it's not broken. You could get an MRI done for $800, or just ice it and use crutches and see how it does." We took the latter option, and now it's mostly better. Friday I couldn't do anything with it so Pete carried me around. Saturday I used one crutch and gimped around all day on it. By Sunday night I could put some weight on it and limp a good deal. And now it's still a bit sore going up and down the stairs, but I'm crutch-free and back to normal (as normal as I can be, anyway). Very random.
Pete and I still need haircuts, but now I'm a little paranoid. And, I feel like an idiot. And I don't even have a cool story.
But I think I'll go skydiving next year for the big 3-0.