While I was prepping my trailer on July 29th heading down to Phil’s place I experienced a small pop in my right knee and while painful did not interfere with my task. I drove down to Phil’s place and once there had more discomfort and less strength and dexterity. The pain and discomfortseemed to decrease so when it was time to move in I had some problems but got the job done with my brother’s help. Since then it has gotten worse, making it difficult to walk and sit for a length of time until this morning while standing from my recliner to get a refill of coffee it decided to tear all the way through and dump me on my ass on the floor… Dragged myself to my telephone to call my brother for assistance. Now don’t tell me I should have called a waaahbulance, I have a mortal fear and paranoia about the back of ambulances and will not willingly get into one. First and second heart attacks I had in swamp Alabama I drove myself 35 miles to the hospital. So spent the day at ER, then an Orthopedic clinic getting xrayed, MRI’d, poke, prodded and a diagnoses of a completely torn ACL… fuck the donkey I rode in on. I am home, knee wrapped bigger then my head and good drugs….