Okay, so this one needs a picture too, but it ain't gonna happen.
Sometimes I forget I'm old. Like this week, which we spent at Bear Lake with the hubbies family. On day six I made it out on a water weenie, which I had to do because my hubbies twin was trying to convince 80-y-o grandma to try (don't worry, I didn't allow, and we're working on having his head examined.) But if she was even thinking about going, I of course couldn't say no.
The good news is, if you have to tear a ligament in your knee, the MCL is the way to go - I should be as good as new in about a month or so.