May down in Flames

Ever have one of those months where nothing seems to go right? Well May was quite honestly the worst single month of my life. It was marked by illness, death, uncertainty, hardship, and surprise. It was a tumultuous thirty-one days where things that should be constant were dynamic and things that should be dynamic were constant. A good example could be my dating life. Now it should be dynamic, but no...it was all too stagnant. Of course it doesn't help when you are working 60 hours a week. But this is not a platform for glorified bitching. No, instead it is a place of celebration. May is finally behind me, and the final vulgarity was resolved today. See, May was coming to a screeching end, when I decided to go play a soccer game the night of the 30th. I should have known better. Not more than 12 minutes into the match and I pivot, knee collapses and down I go--never to return. Well today I got the diagnosis for my right knee. A beautiful meniscus tear and a fantastic surgery. The true beauty of May lie in its ability to inflict damage well beyond its 31 day gestation. Now my referee trip to Vegas in June is shot. Oh May, at least it will be 11 wonderful months until I see you again.