Soooo, I went tubing on a nice little lazy river with some friends. Good time. Toward the end, I spy a rope swing that looked safe enough, so I thought "so what if its been 20 years since you went off a rope swing, go for it!". So, I wade/swim to the bank and climb up to take hold the rope. But, shit, what to do with my Ray Bans? I know, I think to myself - I will let go of the rope and then put my hand over my face like a scuba diver does his mask when entering the water. I take hold of the rope and push off... well, the combination of my lack of grip strength, being a bit overweight, and my concern over my pricey sunglasses leads me to let go of the rope before I should have.
I land in about 3 feet of water with left leg extended. I hear/feel a terrible POP and immediately reach down expecting to feel bones sticking out of my leg. Luckily, that didnt happen. But I did fracture my tibial plateau... which is the top of my tibia where it meets the knee.
I'll be in a giant brace for 6-8 weeks, on crutches, in pain, and currently taking 7.5 Norco.
I don't know the interaction between my Tasigna and the Norco, but I absolutely can not bear the pain without something stronger than over the counter shit... at least for now. The knee is still the size of a softball. I am gonna give the pain killers a few more days and then ween myself off them. I don't trust them and I know they arent good for my liver.
As an aside, it sucks getting questioned at the ER (or the dentist or anywhere else) about medical history and having to let yet another person know that we are saddled with this damned cancer. There always seems to be a pause, like "oh shit", when they hear you say that... Its depressing. It sucks. So does having a broken knee.
Hope everyone else is doing better than me. 
