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quote from mum that sums up my netball game
"you're not playing this game ever again"
hmm, i guess that's what a mother says when their daughter has be crunched between two players and has hit the deck.
no more netball for me - well, not playing anyway, i will come and cheer and wear long stripey socks, but not step on court.
anyway, what happened. - going for the ball, got slammed between two people, one with their hip against my upper leg and the other smashed into my lower leg, causing them to go different ways (sideways, the way knees aren't supposed to bend). i hear a lovely crunching sound in my knee and fly onto the floor. it hurt. really hurt.i thought that it had hurt when i'd jarred my other knees those times - ha, that's nothing compared to this, i couldnt' breath. not a nice feeling. also not a nice feeling is people trying to stand me up - i've decided that people don't listen to the person that's hurt. especially my dad. i wanted to hit him. i also wanted to hit him later in the hospital because he thought he'd have a look in the x-ray room by himself! then he started playing with my bed (kinda like homer - bed goes up bed goes down), the humour wore off very quickly for me, but i think i was just grumpy anyway.
i know what you were all thinking on court "oh look, sarah's hurt another knee, drama queen"
heh, well, i wasn't being dramatic, i have actually damaged it.
sat the rest of the game off (obviously) with ice on my knee and hippy trying ot feed me (thanks hippy). we lost - again.
had an argument when we got in the car - mum and dad yelling. ended up going to hospital and having x-rays. the nurse looked at my socks kinda strangely. hmm. diagnosis, can't really remember but something about ligaments - if it's the cruciate ligament (big important one) we won't know for 24 hours. sigh. so now i have pain killers - good stuff - crutches and a big knee brace (strangely enough in colours matching my socks, colour co-ordinated).
no school for me tomorrow - except that i have to go in first thing and hand in my maths portfolio.
so the moral of this story is - don't take your dad to hospital if you want to remain sane. oh, and netball is a dangerous sport.
"you're not playing this game ever again"
hmm, i guess that's what a mother says when their daughter has be crunched between two players and has hit the deck.
no more netball for me - well, not playing anyway, i will come and cheer and wear long stripey socks, but not step on court.
anyway, what happened. - going for the ball, got slammed between two people, one with their hip against my upper leg and the other smashed into my lower leg, causing them to go different ways (sideways, the way knees aren't supposed to bend). i hear a lovely crunching sound in my knee and fly onto the floor. it hurt. really hurt.i thought that it had hurt when i'd jarred my other knees those times - ha, that's nothing compared to this, i couldnt' breath. not a nice feeling. also not a nice feeling is people trying to stand me up - i've decided that people don't listen to the person that's hurt. especially my dad. i wanted to hit him. i also wanted to hit him later in the hospital because he thought he'd have a look in the x-ray room by himself! then he started playing with my bed (kinda like homer - bed goes up bed goes down), the humour wore off very quickly for me, but i think i was just grumpy anyway.
i know what you were all thinking on court "oh look, sarah's hurt another knee, drama queen"
heh, well, i wasn't being dramatic, i have actually damaged it.
sat the rest of the game off (obviously) with ice on my knee and hippy trying ot feed me (thanks hippy). we lost - again.
had an argument when we got in the car - mum and dad yelling. ended up going to hospital and having x-rays. the nurse looked at my socks kinda strangely. hmm. diagnosis, can't really remember but something about ligaments - if it's the cruciate ligament (big important one) we won't know for 24 hours. sigh. so now i have pain killers - good stuff - crutches and a big knee brace (strangely enough in colours matching my socks, colour co-ordinated).
no school for me tomorrow - except that i have to go in first thing and hand in my maths portfolio.
so the moral of this story is - don't take your dad to hospital if you want to remain sane. oh, and netball is a dangerous sport.