Merry Christmas? Perhaps not for me this year....
After a wonderful Christmas Eve with my family, I was quite excited to spend a leisurely Christmas Day with them, then pack up and go to my Grandparent's house to hang out with the rest of my family and go Boxing Day shopping tomorrow.
This morning, Jenn came in to wake us up to open presents and my mom was taking funny pictures of us. We decided that it would be funny for the three of us to get in Carolyn's bed with her to take a photo, but that idea went all bad the moment my foot got stuck between the bed and the wall and twisted in an inhuman direction as I fell. I knew my patella was dislocated before I landed.
I have never experienced pain like that in my entire life. Not even when I tore a ligament in my knee when I was 16.
Jenn, my sister the paramedic, knew right away that there was nothing we could do to fix it at home, so she had Carolyn call an ambulance right away. Nothing says Merry Christmas than an ambulance in your driveway at 8am.
It took the paramedics a while to figure out how to splint and transport me from Carolyn's room to the ambulance. Splinting my leg hurt even more than the initial injury.
They doped me up on morphine at the hospital and it took 20 milligrams to get my pain under control, took some x-rays of my leg and then decided that they had to sedate me to put my knee cap back where it was supposed to be.
Finally, they let me go home, but I've got to go back for a follow up appointment in January with an Orthopedic Surgeon. I'm really hoping that the swelling will go down soon, and that there won't be a lot of damage, especially damage that will require surgery. I'm very stressed out about that.
Once I got home, (around 1:30pm) we opened our Christmas gifts. I don't really remember what I got for Christmas since I was pretty stoned for the whole event. Then the morphine started to wear off and I started throwing up. I spent Christmas on the couch, doped up on drugs and puking. Next year has to be better than this.
I'm really crossing my fingers that I won't need surgery and that the pain will diminish soon.
I don't know how I'm going to manage showering, and I'm a little nervous about sleeping tonight. I'm afraid it's going to hurt and I won't get much rest.
I've got to wear a full leg splint for at least a week so I can't bend my knee at all. That means that I can't put on socks or shoes by myself and putting on pants is a real challenge as well.
I don't think I'll be able to go to London on the 27th to visit Allison and I'm going to be stuck on the couch indefinitely.
I can't drive, or go out of the house without making it a big production...
I'm really pissed.
This morning, Jenn came in to wake us up to open presents and my mom was taking funny pictures of us. We decided that it would be funny for the three of us to get in Carolyn's bed with her to take a photo, but that idea went all bad the moment my foot got stuck between the bed and the wall and twisted in an inhuman direction as I fell. I knew my patella was dislocated before I landed.
I have never experienced pain like that in my entire life. Not even when I tore a ligament in my knee when I was 16.
Jenn, my sister the paramedic, knew right away that there was nothing we could do to fix it at home, so she had Carolyn call an ambulance right away. Nothing says Merry Christmas than an ambulance in your driveway at 8am.
It took the paramedics a while to figure out how to splint and transport me from Carolyn's room to the ambulance. Splinting my leg hurt even more than the initial injury.
They doped me up on morphine at the hospital and it took 20 milligrams to get my pain under control, took some x-rays of my leg and then decided that they had to sedate me to put my knee cap back where it was supposed to be.
Finally, they let me go home, but I've got to go back for a follow up appointment in January with an Orthopedic Surgeon. I'm really hoping that the swelling will go down soon, and that there won't be a lot of damage, especially damage that will require surgery. I'm very stressed out about that.
Once I got home, (around 1:30pm) we opened our Christmas gifts. I don't really remember what I got for Christmas since I was pretty stoned for the whole event. Then the morphine started to wear off and I started throwing up. I spent Christmas on the couch, doped up on drugs and puking. Next year has to be better than this.
I'm really crossing my fingers that I won't need surgery and that the pain will diminish soon.
I don't know how I'm going to manage showering, and I'm a little nervous about sleeping tonight. I'm afraid it's going to hurt and I won't get much rest.
I've got to wear a full leg splint for at least a week so I can't bend my knee at all. That means that I can't put on socks or shoes by myself and putting on pants is a real challenge as well.
I don't think I'll be able to go to London on the 27th to visit Allison and I'm going to be stuck on the couch indefinitely.
I can't drive, or go out of the house without making it a big production...
I'm really pissed.