After dodging the bullet for ten plus years, I tore my ACL at university soccer practice. How did it feel? Like my knee exploded; and then afterwards like my lower leg was dangling from the knee on down. The worst part? No, not surgery . . . waiting for surgery! After 'waiting' for the swelling to go down and trying to regain my range of motion, the surgeon later told me the reason I couldn't get my knee straight was that the torn ligament was wadded up in my joint, blocking the movement--yay. At least the meniscus wasn't as badly torn as he had originally thought. The best part--visits from those I love. Check out this cool GIANT coloring book that my Aunt Mindy brought me. Thanks everyone for your concern, texts, phone calls and visits (and treats). I really appreciate it. Yes, I know that the rehab will be long and difficult but I am sick of lying in this bed . . . so BRING IT ON!