About a month ago, I convinced Dad to come to one of my insane workout classes with me. We went to "Everlast Shadow Box". Prior to going together, I had been several times, so I was familiar with the routine and knew Dad could handle it. It's just like what is sounds, a boxing class. With moves focusing on punching, I thought of all things Dad would hurt it would be his shoulder, arm, etc. Especially with his super high upper-cuts which were very impressive ;). So for a couple weeks after the class, Dad complained a lot about his knee. Then, last week, while working out with his trainer, it popped. Instantly, he could not walk, and the pain was immense. His trainer immediately helped him sit down and ice it. Long story short, he got an MRI last night, and it looks like he tore the meniscus. So, I'm the one to blame, because I insisted Dad come to this class with me. Let's just hope it gets all healed before we go to Boston next week, or things might not be so fun. Wish him the best please, and keep him in your prayers.
If it is a torn meniscus, he said they will dig around and clean things out. So, as soon as we find out the results I will update again.
1 comment:
good one Laura!
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