Well.
My weekend got off to a good start.
My knees are absolute bastards and I no longer want to talk to them.
My knee decided to dislocate and then was just too damn stubborn to pop back in.
I happened to bend at a bad angle while picking something up today which caused my right knee to travel around my leg in a clockwise direction. Not fun. It then decided that NO, it would not go back to its original position and so I tumbled to a seat near me with my hand grasping the patella as hard as I could.
I was alone and nowhere near a phone.
Luckily, 5 minutes later a woman walking her dog passed by me and stopped to help out.
I made the dumb decision to call a friend to take me to the hospital in the hopes that the knee would pop back so I could save on an ambulance (I was only 2 blocks away from one).
My friend took 15 minutes to get to my location, and in that time 1 other lady (an off-duty nurse) stopped by to help. She helped me from blacking out when I started to go into shock by lying me down safely on the ground. It was then we all worked out my knee was not going to be popping back any time soon, so my friend called an ambulance.
They took 10 minutes to arrive.
I must point out that Laughing Gas is AWESOME!!!!!!!!!
This is where it gets worse.
My knee would not move. I blame my muscular thighs (which in turn allows me to blame my dad for passing them on to me).
In the ER a doctor came to see and asked me how I was doing. While he's doing this, one of the paramedics grasped my shoulders from behind me. And then they..
HELD ME DOWN WHILE THE DOCTOR TRIED TO YANK MY KNEE BACK INTO PLACE!!!!!
This took over 10 seconds to do. Stupid thighs.
I cried. I screamed. I clawed at both men.
Finally it popped back in. I laugh cried. I was congratulated by the rest off the staff on the floor for not swearing once.
Finally, I was given Codeine, fitted with a leg brace, and driven home by my friend.
Thank GOD I went for the extensive travel insurance before I came here.
So, yeah. I'm not liking this weekend.
How about you guys?
My weekend got off to a good start.
My knees are absolute bastards and I no longer want to talk to them.
My knee decided to dislocate and then was just too damn stubborn to pop back in.
I happened to bend at a bad angle while picking something up today which caused my right knee to travel around my leg in a clockwise direction. Not fun. It then decided that NO, it would not go back to its original position and so I tumbled to a seat near me with my hand grasping the patella as hard as I could.
I was alone and nowhere near a phone.
Luckily, 5 minutes later a woman walking her dog passed by me and stopped to help out.
I made the dumb decision to call a friend to take me to the hospital in the hopes that the knee would pop back so I could save on an ambulance (I was only 2 blocks away from one).
My friend took 15 minutes to get to my location, and in that time 1 other lady (an off-duty nurse) stopped by to help. She helped me from blacking out when I started to go into shock by lying me down safely on the ground. It was then we all worked out my knee was not going to be popping back any time soon, so my friend called an ambulance.
They took 10 minutes to arrive.
I must point out that Laughing Gas is AWESOME!!!!!!!!!
This is where it gets worse.
My knee would not move. I blame my muscular thighs (which in turn allows me to blame my dad for passing them on to me).
In the ER a doctor came to see and asked me how I was doing. While he's doing this, one of the paramedics grasped my shoulders from behind me. And then they..
HELD ME DOWN WHILE THE DOCTOR TRIED TO YANK MY KNEE BACK INTO PLACE!!!!!
This took over 10 seconds to do. Stupid thighs.
I cried. I screamed. I clawed at both men.
Finally it popped back in. I laugh cried. I was congratulated by the rest off the staff on the floor for not swearing once.
Finally, I was given Codeine, fitted with a leg brace, and driven home by my friend.
Thank GOD I went for the extensive travel insurance before I came here.
So, yeah. I'm not liking this weekend.
How about you guys?
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