My Horrible Injury

Guitar Hero came into my life in Mid-June with a blaze of glory. Being a big music fan and at the same time virtually unable to play a real guitar this game filled the large hole in my life. My need to be a star... in front of my friends... in my own house. Within minutes this game has its firm grip so tightly around my soul, its all I cared about. This changed fast....

It was the late evening of July 3rd. I had just arrived home from a Thor concert here in Omaha and needless to say after that bone crushing rock I was ready to roll. I strapped on that plastic guitar and ripped through No One Knows, Heart Full of Black and More Than A Feeling and then it was time. I was face to face with my Arch Nemesis/Very Good Friend/Roommate Craig. It was time to see who could out rock each other while playing Texas Flood.

We were neck in neck in points... I had to do something special. I needed STYLE points. I breathed deep, my rock meter was maxed out and I was going to make this audience feel it. I twisted to the right and threw my guitar in the air! Instead of a roaring audience I heard a loud snap! My knee slid to the outside of my leg and my leg bent sideways as I fell to the ground.

Half the people in the room were concerned the other half called me a pussy. I was writhing in pain and pushed my leg back into place. I hobbled to the bathroom to a closer look and couldn't bend my swollen leg anymore. I debated whether I should go to the hospital or call an ambulance and decided against it. Do you KNOW how much ambulance rides and emergency room visits at 2:30am on July 4th are? (Sadly I do, due to a large number of other stupid injuries.)

I spent the 4th of July in a lot of pain and was able to go to the doctor on the 5th. After an x-ray nothing looked broken and I was sent home with pain pills. I return to the doctor one week later with the same pain and was told I needed an MRI. I received an MRI on July 13th and was again told everything was fine.

On July 18th I visited the wonderful doctors at OmahaOrthoSports who after an x-ray told me my previous x-ray and MRI were misread and my knee was indeed broken. I had knocked an inch and a half piece of bone off of my femur under my knee. I needed knee surgery the next day.

Please read on about my inspiring recovery.