When it rains, it pours...

Sometimes I wonder just why it is that "when it rains it pours" (metaphorically). On top of all the emotional and work-related stress, I now have physical stress. My knee decided it hated me tonight. I took one step to get into the ready-position while playing first base, and felt something behind my kneecap pop and tair. It was the most distinctive feeling I've ever had during an injury. It is now swollen, and I had to borrow crutches from a friend because my crutches are currently being borrowed by one of my youth. I can't put much weight on it at all. I'm icing it right now, hoping some of the swelling will go down, but if I'm right and it is the miniscus, then it's just going to keep filling up with fluid over and over again. I'm so frustrated and angry with myself and my knee. I really do not want to have surgery again, and I really don't want to miss out on playing any of my softball games. It's also just a pain in the butt to try to manuever myself around with crutches. Gibson tried to help me by untying my shoes (he actually did pretty well) and he also made sure to wait at the bottom of the stairs for me to get to the top before he raced up them. I hate trying to move with crutches. As if I wasn't stressed out enough! Really?! Did I need to add this to my pile of things I need to get through?! I don't usually get angry, but I'm so frustrated right now that I'm about to go insane. To put it mildly, this sucks!