Peg-leg
Two weeks ago my mobility halted completely. One dark and ominous evening, I found my increasing lack of grace not only serves as an embarassing flaw, but also holds irreversible consequences.
I awoke to a dark apartment. Feeling my way to the kitchen for a drink of water, I slipped and fell to the ground with a thud. Screams escaped my mouth. Though, the screams were more than just screams, they were a combination of sobs, curses, moans, and whimpers for help. My sister ran to my aid and unsuccessfully lifted me into bed. I woke the next morning with a blue and swollen left leg.
My doctor's prognosis was a patellar dislocation.
Patella? Yes folks, my patella (otherwise known as your knee cap) popped out of place and slid to the right side of my knee. To make matters worse, my doctor believes I may have chipped a piece of bone (or something). So, there may be a shard of bone swimming around my knee. Gross!
Now, I am escorted around campus via a golf cart, and I have a limp that doesn't give up. All my friends get really flustered that they have to walk at a snail's pace with me. I truly feel like a peg-legged girl. Maybe I should wear an eye patch and seal the deal!
posted by Jenni @ 7:49 PM
2 Comments:
Jenni, I totally know how you feel. A couple years back I just got into skateboarding and after only a few months on flat land my best friend and I decided to hit up the skate park and show off our moves.
After a few successful, but wobbly turns on some small ramps, I decided to try out the dry pools. My first two attempts were successful and I just wanted to keep going. But the third time I went in, I didn't get enough speed going up the wall. I placed my left leg down to stop the board, but the upward momentum kept me moving and I twisted my left ankle almost a full 360.
I ended up going to the ER, having a fracture in my left tibula and being in a cast for over 3 months, during Finals, Christmas, New Years and Valentines Day.
I totally know how you feel. Did you have to get in an ambulance? Where you given crazy weird drugs, like morphine? Haha Well if you need anything, just holler. Maybe me and a few classmates can carry you on our shoulders up the stairs to class.
You poor, poor baby. I seen you limping in class and it reminds me of my left knee, arthritic from being injured in high school over a basketball game. When it gets wet and rainy like this, I join you and walk the same walk.
This'll chear you up. I broke my hand 2 years ago. How? Got pissed off at the bowling alley over some bad shots, and decided to punch one of the hard plastic benches. Even with a blown up mickey mouse hand, I still bowled 5 games. 2 hours later, I couldn't even move the hand. So, I wind up at Kaiser (not the best hospitals for swellings and throbbings) and 4 hours later I come out with a cast. I was SOOO smart to have broken my RIGHT hand, my bowling hand, writing hand, eating hand, etc. So for 4 weeks I can't scratch, play the piano, or bowl. Look on the bright side, at least you can still write! Get Well Soon!
Oh, by the way, if you weigh less than 120 pounds, I can carry you up to class.
Ta!
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