Your all jinxes!

So we go out last night to see a band at a bar. Cool aside from the obnoxious 40+ year old singles scene. *shudders* Gah those guys were creepy.

So I hop off my barstool to walk to a table, doing the nice thing and handing a guy some napkins as the bartender had given him a glass of beer that was slimey with foam overflow and only one napkin.

I take two steps, put the right leg on the dance floor wood, slide about an inch, put the left (aka surgery knee) leg down and feel it slip, grind and generally feel like I came millimeters from dislocating it. Frell.

I get my ass back to the stool and realize that it only took 23 weeks for me to fuck up massive surgery. Two weeks after Physical Therapy ended.

All I can do is hope like hell this didnt ruin the surgery totally. Maybe it was just a little grindy action. But you people jinxed me with your twisting joints and ouchiness!