this would be one of the times i wish this was in the pit rather than here. oh well, y’ll can just imagine the cusses coming out of my mouth. I gotta get ready for another biz trip (so much for having a month off) so I’ll have to pass on this evening.
Last night I sorta, well, blew out my knee. It’s all misshapened, swollen and completely non-load bearing.
I’m trying to convince Houseman and Zoltarb to go to the dinner without me. They are figuring out a way to carry me down the stairs.
I really don’t know if I’m going to make the dinner. This sucks.
I just got a call from a friend who flew in to town last night and wants to get together ~ there’s a good chance I won’t be attending No Idea tonight after all. 
I guess I’ll see how the night progresses…
Anything I can do to help? I can be over at your place in fifteen minutes.
You do realize I live on the top floor of a 4 story walk-up, Ike.
I’m actually thinking about the ER. This really sucks.
From the short description above, it sounds like you probably SHOULD get over to the ER.
If this was just one of your “spells,” I woulda rounded up some of the other big beefy Brooklyn Dopers, packed a bottle of smelling salts, and we could have carried you in on a sedan chair.
Sorry you couldn’t make it, Biggirl. It was fun, of course, but not nearly as much fun without you.
Feel better soon, hon.
I was wondering where you were! I’m sorry I didn’t get to meet you, but it’s not like I live in East Bumblefuck or anything - maybe I’ll see you at a Doper dinner or something. Live in hope! 
Feel better!!