Bad Knee, No Biscuit
Remember how yesterday was a not-good day for me? Then it got worse.
I blew out my knee.
You know in the movies, where the guy jumps in the air and kicks two people in front of him in the face at the same time? Yeah, that kick. I landed wrong (maybe more on my heel?), felt sharp and agonizing pain in my left knee, heard something grate/knock against something else in my knee, and fell down.
After sitting for a few minutes, I stood. Everything seemed fine--no lingering pain. I took a step and turned slightly. Cue even more agonizing pain, hearing my bones make some weird noises inside my knee, and me falling down again. Once I mustered courage to try standing, I could walk again. It didn't even hurt, not really. But it felt wobbly and really unstable when I tried to do anything but walk, as if it could give out at any time, so I went home. And snuffled a bit about my generally lousy day.
The knee proceeded to swell up, despite ice and ibuprofen. At this point I can neither bend it nor straighten it, and anything approaching these states results in white-out pain. So I'm sitting at home feeling sorry for myself (allowable, yes?), not going into work and to hell with the consequences, and not going to be able to take part in the tournament this Saturday, which I was actually looking forward to.
I can only move in shuffle-steps of about 4" at a time. Foundling is following me around with great concern, and whenever I sit, he hops into my lap and starts purring reassuringly.
I blew out my knee.
You know in the movies, where the guy jumps in the air and kicks two people in front of him in the face at the same time? Yeah, that kick. I landed wrong (maybe more on my heel?), felt sharp and agonizing pain in my left knee, heard something grate/knock against something else in my knee, and fell down.
After sitting for a few minutes, I stood. Everything seemed fine--no lingering pain. I took a step and turned slightly. Cue even more agonizing pain, hearing my bones make some weird noises inside my knee, and me falling down again. Once I mustered courage to try standing, I could walk again. It didn't even hurt, not really. But it felt wobbly and really unstable when I tried to do anything but walk, as if it could give out at any time, so I went home. And snuffled a bit about my generally lousy day.
The knee proceeded to swell up, despite ice and ibuprofen. At this point I can neither bend it nor straighten it, and anything approaching these states results in white-out pain. So I'm sitting at home feeling sorry for myself (allowable, yes?), not going into work and to hell with the consequences, and not going to be able to take part in the tournament this Saturday, which I was actually looking forward to.
I can only move in shuffle-steps of about 4" at a time. Foundling is following me around with great concern, and whenever I sit, he hops into my lap and starts purring reassuringly.